tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69452002511416642512024-03-13T14:31:50.304-07:00Proportions of Mythical Fish Fly fishing, good beer, and the great outdoors.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822889256088927213noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945200251141664251.post-9809143611944327642014-04-01T13:49:00.001-07:002014-04-01T18:54:28.813-07:00Big Year for the Lizardfish KingSeveral years ago, I read a book entitled <i>The Big Year</i>, by Mark Obmascik, which was later made into a mediocre-looking movie that I didn't see. The book was a true story about three birders obsessively pursuing the big year -- birding parlance for checking more species off your list than any other birder in the course of one calendar year. Even for a non-birder like myself, it made for interesting reading and briefly (very briefly) tempted me to start writing down the birds I saw.<br />
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Fast-forward to 2014, and The Drake is organizing a <a href="http://www.drakemag.com/featured-content/daily-drake/1212-drake-magazine-big-year-fly-fishing-photo-contest.html">big year contest for fly fishing</a> that involves catching as many species of fish as you can, on fly, between April 26, 2014, and April 25, 2015. I was a little disappointed when I read that only IGFA-recognized fish will count, but then I looked up Florida IGFA records, just to see what might be locally available that I hadn't already thought of, and found that even the lowly inshore lizardfish would count toward my total. This is a good thing for me, for (to paraphrase Jim Morrison) I am the lizardfish king; I can do anything.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822889256088927213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945200251141664251.post-54431537765923580462013-11-10T18:44:00.001-08:002013-11-10T18:45:19.913-08:00No Trash FishIf I had a dollar for every time I read something about jacks being underrated, I could afford to go permit fishing. The sheer number of this type of article leads me to believe that jacks aren't as underappreciated as the authors would like us to believe. What it tells me is that these are the fish we're not supposed to like, but do anyway.<br />
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Jacks, of course, are related to permit, but they're like the cousins no one wants to admit they have -- rough around the edges, unrefined, too quick to pick a fight. These are the same qualities, however, that make them more fun to hang out with.<br />
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Such is the case with the jack crevalle. I don't target them specifically, mainly because they tend to move around, and they do it quickly, especially when they're on the feed. When they stick around someplace, like they did one day I fished a power plant outflow on a chilly winter morning a few years back, the action can be great. That day, I caught medium-sized jacks on a topwater plug until they had straightened all the trebles. <br />
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Usually, I catch them on accident, but there have been many times when a jack has shown up to save an otherwise slow day, most of the time pulling harder than whatever fish I was trying to catch in the first place (there really aren't too many fish out there that are stronger, pound for pound). This happened only last Saturday, when the remnants of a mini cold front was passing through, and the wind was whipping me around the bayou I usually fish. The flats on the outside were simply impossible. Paddling was hard. Casting was hard. And the fish must have been hunkered down, riding it out like I should have been, but when you have an allotted time to fish, you take it.<br />
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Before my time was up, the tide turned around and started to come in. Mullet schools rode the incoming, and it looked like some of the smaller ones, maybe, were getting picked off by predators. On one of my final casts, I hooked a small jack that gave me a nice little fight before I let it go. That fish made my day, and I appreciated it plenty.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822889256088927213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945200251141664251.post-87585308602216487612013-10-24T11:59:00.001-07:002013-10-24T11:59:47.155-07:00Crazy Paddleboard FishingI think this guy from the SWC blog might be my new hero.<br />
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Just for fun, I've been casting at them with my bass popper. It's always enjoyable to target a fish, present a fly, and entice a bite, but with gar, the problem is setting the hook. It's not hard to get a gar to bite. With their armored scales and their mouthful of teeth, they don't have much to worry about (aside from the occasional hungry gator), so they don't spook too easily, and they seem to have the attitude that if something is moving, it must be food. I tried different hooksetting techniques with each gar to take the popper, ranging from a hard strip strike (teeth cut the line) to a gentle trout set (fish stayed on for a few seconds until it realized all it had to do was open its mouth).<br />
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All of this has resulted in a new determination to catch one of these fish on fly. The generally agreed-upon strategy is to use a fly that will entangle the gar's teeth. I'm sure this is frowned upon by purists, but so are gar, so I figure what the hell, I'll give it a try. I've tied up a few flies with EP fiber and a few with an old gar standby -- nylon rope. These are ugly flies, but like I said, the gar seem not to be too discerning, so they'll probably be shredded in short order.<br />
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Now all I have to do is get out there and catch one of these swamp creatures so I can get back to the salt.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822889256088927213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945200251141664251.post-51535061319288117312013-10-11T23:20:00.000-07:002013-10-23T18:19:41.327-07:00Becoming a Bass MasterI've only had a few hours here and there to fish lately, and instead of loading the car with the paddleboard and all its accoutrements, I've been hitting the freshwater with the 4-weight, doing some bank fishing.<br />
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When I see the bass tournaments on TV, I turn the channel. There's just something that turns me off about the sparkly, sponsorship-emblazoned water rockets swarming around the lake, carrying bass pros that yank three-pound fish into their boats with 50-pound test to store them in a live well until they're weighed at the end of the day. That's the vision I have of bass fishing, a prejudice that lets an entire fishery slip from my consciousness for years at a time.<br />
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But since I've been dipping my toe in the freshwater as of late, I've had the chance to discover that I really like fishing for bass. It's like a latent primordial redneck has arisen within me that has lain dormant, waiting to be baptized in the blackwater gator hole from whence he came -- except this one uses a fly rod rather than a flippin' stick. Snook, my regular quarry, grow larger and stronger than a largemouth. They swim faster and jump higher. But there's something to be said for the suddenness of a bass striking a topwater fly. That strike is quick and full of malevolence, no matter the size of the fish, and at least where I've been fishing, it comes from nowhere. The fly is bobbing on the surface, and then it's annihilated. Fly fishing for largemouth bass could be described as periods of stillness interrupted by sudden violence. And it's a lot of fun. One of these days I'll commit for real and tie up some big hair bugs, put the paddleboard on a lake, and sling the 8-weight in search of a hawg.<br />
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7venth Sun is a local craft brewery that specializes in small-batch barrel-aged beers, and I recently had a chance to try its Mangrove Double IPA at Olde Bay Cafe and Fish Market, which is located right down the street from the brewery, in Dunedin, Florida. The beer itself is one of the most tasty I've ever had. I'm not exactly a beer geek who knows all the correct terms to describe its flavor profile, but I will say that after finishing one and then taking a sip of Miller Lite from the community pitcher, it made the mass-produced beer taste like fizzy toilet water by comparison.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822889256088927213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945200251141664251.post-69899328704246748322013-09-30T14:33:00.000-07:002013-10-23T18:20:06.121-07:00Is It Fall Yet? (with Sharks)When I left my house to go fishing Sunday morning, the thermometer in my rearview mirror read 69, which was the first time I'd seen the 60s in months. I knew I was headed to a flat where I might find some redfish, and my hopes were that they'd be starting to school up with the cooler weather and water temperatures. No such luck. I drifted and paddled across a couple miles of flats, picking up only a sea trout and a mangrove snapper (not counting one overly aggressive pinfish).<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I don’t know how it is in the rest of the country, but it seems like the supply of good fly fishing literature has dwindled in recent years in my neck of the woods. When I got into the sport, in the 90s, my local Barnes and Noble had a good three or four shelves worth of fishing books, most of the titles related to fly fishing. That may have been due to the efforts of Robert Redford, but even so, it’s how I became acquainted with John Gierach, Robert Traver, Nick Lyons, and Jerry Dennis. Now, though, the same store stocks the better portion of only one shelf, mostly with how-to/where-to books.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">These days, I feed my need to read (about fly fishing) with a few excellent periodicals, like <i>The Drake</i> and <i>The Flyfish Journal</i>, as well as some really great blogs and e-magazines, such as <i>This is Fly</i> and <i>Southern Culture on the Fly</i>. Still, as I sit and re-read my battered copy of McGuane’s <i>The Lon</i></span><i>gest Silence</i>, I find myself itching for new book-length publications. </div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">When I recently discovered <i>Pulp Fly</i>, an e-book of fly-fishing-related short stories and essays, I was eager, yet dubious. Why, I thought, would it only be published as an e-book if the quality of the stories was up to snuff? Then I saw that some of the contributing authors had written for some of the periodicals and blogs that I’ve come to enjoy. So I hit the appropriate buttons and downloaded volumes 1 and 2 to my Kindle.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Upon finishing both volumes, perhaps the greatest compliment I can pay <i>Pulp Fly </i>is that these are not stories about fly fishing. The fishing serves as a motif, a thread to tie the very different pieces together. These stories are about people. They are all people who fly fish, sure, but the act of fishing is merely a stroke of characterization, which for me, serves to strengthen the pieces because I find myself connected to them through this shared passion. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">That’s where the similarities between stories ends, however. To call them varied would be an understatement, as the pieces cross multiple genres, such as crime and science fiction, with many striving toward the literary and one serialized piece that pays distinct homage to the genesis (at least in my mind) of American literary flyfishery: Hemingway’s <i>Big Two Hearted River.</i></span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i>Pulp Fly</i> bills itself as filling a niche occupied in the 20th century by pulp magazines -- inexpensive repositories of entertaining adventure and mystery stories churned out by young or upcoming writers, some of whom, like Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, Elmore Leonard, and John D. MacDonald, would go on to publish some of the most popular and enduring stories and novels of their time. I would say that on this note, <i>Pulp Fly</i> succeeds in its objective, had such a niche in fly fishing literature ever existed. In any case, it does now, and I’m glad <i>Pulp Fly</i> is there to fill it.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Florida summers are hot. There’s no escaping it. It’s hot in the morning, hot in the evening, blazing hot in the afternoon, and slightly less hot in the middle of the night. The weather warms in April and doesn’t let up until October or November. So despite loving the fishing down here, there are times, in the midst of this endless summer, when I find myself yearning to be up high up some cold mountain trickle dapping for colorful little </span>wild brookies<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It would be a long drive up to North Carolina to get anything like that, so I turn to the next best thing: bluegill. While we have no mountains and the temperature can’t be helped, at least I can fish for colorful little freshwater fish with my 4-weight and flies that look like bugs. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This morning I had that freshwater feeling, so I dug out some hoppers and nymphs from my last trout fishing excursion a couple years ago, knocked the rust off the 4-weight, and headed out. I probably drove past a hundred retention ponds full of bluegill to get somewhere a little more natural -- a slow-moving blackwater creek flowing through a nearby park. It’s not exactly wild, but it’s a pretty close approximation for its location in the middle of a metropolitan area, and Fish and Wildlife did recently pull a wayward 11-foot, 700-pound crocodile out of the lake that feeds the creek. They released it 300 miles away, where it was born, near Key Largo, I guess so it wouldn’t have a bad influence on our local alligators.</span></div>
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Through fish-eyed GoPro lenses<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The water hisses against the underside of my SUP as I paddle across a small saltwater lake, connected to the Gulf of Mexico by a short creek that cuts underneath an impassable tangle of mangroves. The clouds hang low in the sky, purple and swollen with rain that has yet to fall. I feel their weight somewhere deep within my consciousness and kneel as I strip line from my reel. From my knees I lift the line into the air, casting sidearm toward a hole in the shoreline, a shadowed cave where the snook of my imagination dwells, a thick beast of a fish hovering near the bottom, finning slowly against the tide, growing with each false cast until I let the line go and send my fly to its fate.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I repeat the exercise again and again, dissecting the shoreline. With each cast, hope ebbs and wanes, until a fish strikes. Not the snook that’s been swimming in my head, but a snook. It takes the fly just as I’m about to lift my line from the water once again, a pleasant surprise, but overmatched by my eight-weight rod. It jumps two times, shaking its head and cartwheeling back into the water. The fight is over quickly, and I slide the fish into my hand, maybe fifteen inches long, warm like the water, like the air, like me. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822889256088927213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945200251141664251.post-6467865772734096592013-09-15T12:42:00.001-07:002013-09-15T12:42:57.397-07:00Ready to Go<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRHzTXgMdDmaT-wNHMAW_gK7-ti7U-biBEvHo-Q0JN5KZGcYxG-eoQdgxBirO8fiQRx96aS55yV2JmQWYZcpyqbkpSVVnFw8dZeVm9KeNswHrHuZn6VzAVvn7qT-CHTPDurMDIc66rP-d/s640/blogger-image--419891327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRHzTXgMdDmaT-wNHMAW_gK7-ti7U-biBEvHo-Q0JN5KZGcYxG-eoQdgxBirO8fiQRx96aS55yV2JmQWYZcpyqbkpSVVnFw8dZeVm9KeNswHrHuZn6VzAVvn7qT-CHTPDurMDIc66rP-d/s640/blogger-image--419891327.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822889256088927213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945200251141664251.post-91285720630029826412013-09-13T18:07:00.000-07:002013-09-13T18:07:32.582-07:00Low and ClearI realize that I may be a little late to the game on this one and that the movie's been around for a little while, but it hasn't been on iTunes all that long, so it's new to me. Low and Clear is a documentary about two old friends (one of them J.T. Van Zandt, son of Townes) whose bond was built through fishing. After drifting apart through factors of geography, responsibilities, and the diverging currents of different lives, the two men get together to test that old bond on a steelheading trip to British Colombia. The film includes a compelling story, some good music, and gorgeous cinematography featuring both B.C. and the Texas coast. If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend finding it on iTunes and giving it a watch.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822889256088927213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945200251141664251.post-8460287464544250952013-09-13T16:15:00.002-07:002013-09-13T16:15:30.169-07:00Like P.O.M.F on FacebookProportions of Mythical Fish is now on Facebook. Follow the link and like it.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04822889256088927213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945200251141664251.post-51570328540893289842013-09-12T19:15:00.001-07:002013-09-12T19:34:50.703-07:00Favorite Flies: GurglerI would say that when I've gone out lately (mostly to fish for sea trout over grass flats or snook in the mangroves) the first fly I tie on is the gurgler. It's light, easy to cast, floats well, and produces great topwater strikes. Because it's really just the foam with that cupped lip that makes it a gurgler, you can tie it with an endless variety of body and tail materials. I'll often tie mine with a marabou tail, so no matter how slow I fish it or how little I move it, the fly always has that wavy, undulating motion. I've seen some ugly gurglers out there, but also some really nice ones. I'm sure they all work fine, but I think it's more satisfying to tie and fish a good-looking fly. Some of the prettiest ones I've seen (such as the one below) are on <a href="http://239flies.com/">239flies.com</a>.<br />
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