Drum Beat

For a while now, I've been searching for redfish or black drum, or really any fish that can be sight fished.  I look for subtle clues: a tail barely poking out of the water, a v-wake, a grass stem wiggling more than the rest.  I haven't been very successful.  Today was a very normal day on the water.  Not very successful.  Then, out of nowhere, BAM.  Gigantic tail.  Straight up in the air.  Just waving at me.  A tail the size of a tennis racquet.  Okay that might be a slight exaggeration, but it was huge.  Sometimes the clues aren't so subtle...  The big black drum's tail would appear for a second or two and then disappear for a minute.  Each time it would appear I would quickly maneuver my kayak within range and cast my Clouser minnow where I imagined that giant head to be.  Just one cast.  Then I would back away and wait for the tail to appear again.  I knew if I got too close it would spook and head off to deeper water.  This dance routine went on for about 10 minutes.  Then something different happened.  The tail popped up.  I cast.  I overshot.  I was slowly stripping the fly back in when the line went tight.  Ohmygosh I got'em!  I think I was more surprised than he was!

Shortly after hoookup

I immediately knew I was in for the long haul.  Last fall I watched my buddy, who was with me this time as well, land a 40 lb black drum on 12 lb test after about an hour.  But that wasn't from a kayak.  I quickly realized that fighting the fish from a kayak complicated things.  He was literally dragging me around the bayou!  When I made progress, it wasn't so much me reeling him in as it was reeling myself in.  Black drum are rather slow fighters.  Once he took me to about 3 wraps from my backing, but most of the battle was with about 20 ft of fly line out.  After about an hour and a half I realized I was in trouble.  The beast was tired; it was now just slowly swimming almost directly beneath the kayak.  Now what?  Try as I might I could not pull him up to the surface.  I was pulling against his weight so he didn't have to do much to resist it.  Having a 9 ft pole made things very awkward.  To make matters worse sunset was approaching.  I actually handed my buddy the rod and started trying to pull the leader up by hand, thinking if I could just get him up within sight I could reach down and grab him.  I tried this several times but each time I had to let go because he would swim a little bit and put too much tension in the line.  I really needed a beach to land him on.  Or heavier line.  I pulled on the leader one more time and felt a sickening feeling.  The line had broken off at the tippet knot after holding for two hours.

The only proof I've got...

In the end I would have released him anyway.  I got the thrill of the hunt, the take, and the fight.  I just missed out on the trophy shot.  It would've been by far the biggest fish of my life.  And it would've been sight fished from a kayak on the fly.  It doesn't get much more extreme.

Back at the launch, we saw something else that was pretty extreme.  You know you're in Mississippi when...

Yup thats a motorcycle towing a boat.

My reward for a tough day on the water:

Michissippi Fly Update

Well, I didn't make it out fishing last weekend - I ended up going into work instead...  And I won't be fishing for a while because I just got my ACL reconstructed.  Such fun!  But while I'm laying low for a few weeks, I'm doing my homework.  I just got Redfish on the Fly by John Kumiski so I'm looking forward to  reading that.  I'm also hoping to read lots of blog posts and watch lots of fly fishing videos.  Here is a link to one of my all time favorite fly fishing videos:  High in the Lowlands  23 minutes of Everglades excitement.  Enjoy, and keep those blog posts coming.

Grand Bay NERR Expedition Report

Well, the kayaking expedition was a great success.  I kayaked about 3 miles from the boat launch at Grand Bay NERR through Heron Bayou out to Middle Bay, allowing me a beautiful view of the Chevron refinery in Pascagoula, which looks like it could be an evil city out of a Disney movie.

After kayaking around a point, I took a different route back up into Heron Bayou and back to the launch.  The weather and scenery were wonderful.  Besides the regular wading birds and pelicans, I saw a white ibis fly directly overhead and watched a northern harrier glide slowly across the marsh with its wings in a V.

Like I said, the kayaking expedition was a great success.  The fishing?  Not so much.  On the way out I searched in vain for signs of redfish feeding in the shallows and cast to known oyster beds with no success. Then I trolled over the grass beds in Middle Bay for a little while and didn't get so much as a bump.  The most exciting thing that happened was when I kayaked into a small creek and spooked two fairly big fish, one of which actually bumped my kayak as it escaped.  My first reaction was 'redfish!', but they actually looked more like mullet as they swam past.

To be honest, I wasn't that surprised.  I haven't been very successful on similar outings in the past.  There is so much hype around sight fishing for reds, I expected them to be easier to see.  The only fish I see on a regular basis are mullet, and they are everywhere!  I think I only saw one redfish all day.  I got out to wade at one point, and I saw an explosion in the shallows followed by a bulge in the water as a fish chased something around, but by the time I waded within casting range, it was gone.  Seeing that once in a day of fishing is not enough to make it worth targeting.  Maybe I would be able to see more fish from up on a flats boat.  Or maybe I just keep hitting the marsh on the wrong tide.  Anyways, I'm going to keep trying.  This weekend my buddy and I are headed to our hot spot - its as close to a sure thing as I know of around here.  So hopefully I'll get this skunk off my back...

A nice shot of the sun's rays poking through the clouds.  Taken right before I got attacked by the mother lode of all gnats!

Grand Bay NERR Expedition

I am planning a kayaking and fishing expedition to the Grand Bay National Estuarine Research Reserve this weekend.  This is one of the few parts left of the Mississippi coast that is uninhabited and pristine, and I am very excited to visit this place again.  I went there last winter in search of redfish and came back empty handed, but it is an awesome expanse of water and grasses with endless creeks and bayous to explore.  This year is going to be different.  I did some homework:

http://grandbaynerr.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/OysterMap_Bayou_Heron.png

http://www.usm.edu/gcrl/research/images/seatrout.habitat/seatrouth.habitat.figure.5.jpg

Hopefully these maps will at least lead me to some spots to key in on.  Fish do like oysters and seagrass right?  Expect trophy shots in next week's follow up post...  Or if I don't post anything it probably means I got skunked... 

If anybody reads this and has fished here before (highly unlikely I know), I could use all the help I can get, so kindly leave me a comment with some advise.

Holy Mackerel

I have to replenish my Clouser supply from the weekend.  Those Spanish did a number on my flies.

Half of a Clouser minnow

At least I can reuse the hooks and eyes...

Fly Fishing Pensacola - Day 2

Sunday morning I was on the water by 7 am.  This time, I was wearing waders.  It was a very good decision.  I very briefly checked out the sound side before moving to the gulf beach.  I waded out past the sandbar, but once again, it was very quiet with no action in sight.  Just when I was starting to lose hope, I saw some splashing down the beach a ways.  In a matter of seconds, the water was boiling around me.  I didn't know right away what type of fish was having this feeding frenzy, but I quickly found out.  My first cast resulted in a strike, and I stripped in a fly that was half the fly it used to be.  Spanish!  The next cast resulted in a solid hook up, and after a spirited fight, I brought my first Spanish mackerel to hand.  I quickly lost count of how many Spanish mackerel I caught.  It was so easy, it was ridiculous.  The biggest challenge was the fact that I had to tie on a new fly every time the old one became nothing more than a hook.  Surprisingly, only once did a fish bite through my 20 lb tippet.  I managed to take a couple pictures despite the fact that all I really wanted to do was unhook each fish and start casting again.  

Most were around 17", the biggest was 19"

This is always difficult...

But Spanish mackerel weren't the only fish around.  Every once in a while, a hook up would result in a fish flying through the air and doing cartwheels.  Ladyfish!  Of the four ladyfish I hooked, one threw the hook, one broke me off at my tippet knot, and I landed two.  They were both about 22" long, and they gave my reel a serious work out.

Ladyfish are such a blast to catch.  I've never caught a tarpon, but watching these ladyfish fight reminded me so much of the videos I've seen of immature tarpon.  I can definitely see the family resemblance.

Eventually, the frenzied Spanish mackerel started to disperse, and the splashing became less frequent, but it was one of the greatest fishing experiences in my recent memory.  As mackerel go, they probably weren't even that big, but being able to catch a 17" fish on every cast is just insane.  It was about 2 hours of pure joy.

A couple of side notes.  There were a couple of bait fishers on the beach near me.  I don't think they caught anything.  This time I was feeling quite smug.  Also, this section of the beach is overlooked by an old gun battery - a very cool place to fish.  I took some pictures.

An odd looking rig being brought in with several escorts.  I think its well within range...

Great success!  Pensacola never disappoints.  I'll be back for sure.

Fly Fishing Pensacola - Day 1

I left bright and early on Saturday morning and headed over to Pensacola for my big solo fishing and camping expedition.  I had mainly three fish on my mind: redfish, Spanish mackerel, and ladyfish.  Fall is supposed to be a good time of year for redfish, and the waters around Pensacola are supposed to be a good place to find them.  Also, I read that Spanish mackerel are abundant near Pensacola, and I've never caught one before.  Finally, I caught a big ladyfish the last time I was in Pensacola, and I was looking forward to doing battle again.

My first stop was wade fishing in Santa Rosa Sound, near Gulf Breeze.  It was only about 9:30 am, and it was probably around 60 F.  Being from Michigan, I tend to get cocky about the temperature down here - psh, I don't need waders, this is Florida!  In reality, the water was chilly and the wind was blowing hard.  Needless to say, I was quite cold.  There seemed to be no action on the flat, and I was only entertained by a couple of puffer fish, one of which puffed up while I was trying to get the fly out of his mouth, which caused me drop him and left him floating upside down, buoyed by his puffed up chest.  It was quite hilarious, but I didn't get a picture.

I moved on to the beach near Fort Pickens.  I'm never quite prepared for how beautiful the water is.

Two shades of blue

The fishing was slow here as well, but I was enjoying the the scenery.  I watched in awe as a group of huge rays patrolled the sandbar like giant underwater geese.  Eventually I managed to hook a fish - a dinner plate sized flounder.

More after the jump.

Pensacola Preview

Well, the redfish have got the best of me - I've been unsuccessful in my attempts to catch them recently, and I haven't seen them tailing for quite some time.  I need a boat...  This weekend, however, I'm going fishing over in Florida, near Pensacola.  I was there a few weekends ago with my girlfriend, and we caught a few fish while hanging out on the beach so now I'm coming back on a purely fishing expedition.  Last time, I caught a 2 ft ladyfish, and my girlfriend broke off a ladyfish and caught a nice flounder.   

Still not too sure about the whole idea of touching fish...

An interesting note about this flounder is that it was a much lighter color compared to what I am used to in Mississippi, apparently due to the whiter sand near Pensacola.

Anyways, there should be another post coming next week to recap my weekend (unless of course its a complete disaster).  Wish me luck!

In Pursuit of Tailing Redfish

I've been looking for tailing redfish every night since I first saw them on Tuesday.  I still haven't caught one, but fortunately white trout have kept my evenings from being completely unsuccessful.  I have now found tailing redfish in several locations, and I'm on a mission to find more places where they consistently tail (and maybe catch a few).  One thing I find odd is that I have now seen redfish tailing right next to the Lake Mars boat launch, and there are always tons of people fishing there, but either nobody notices the redfish or nobody cares about them.  They just sit there with their bait in the water waiting for something to happen (which is actually probably more effective than what I do).  I guess I just prefer to hunt fish rather than letting them come to me, which apparently makes me a weirdo around here.

No redfish yet, but some beautiful sunsets:

Tailing Redfish

Well, I got my speckled trout poppers and mullet flies in the mail, but I am now completely distracted by what happened while fishing last night.  I received word from a friend that he had seen tailing redfish on his way home from work.  I checked out where he had seen them, couldn't find them myself, but decided to go fishing elsewhere anyway.  Walking down the shoreline somewhere on the Mississippi Gulf Coast I could not believe my eyes.  On a section of beach, redfish were feeding like crazy, within a foot from the shore, the tips of their tails sticking out of the water, and every once in a while, a back would break the surface as a fish got in real shallow chasing something.  I'd been dreaming of this ever since I moved down to Mississippi, but somehow I hadn't managed to see tailing redfish before, and I never really thought I'd see them from an accessible part of the shore.  I figured you needed to be on a boat in the marsh to really have a chance at them.  My first approach resulted immediately in splashes and v lines away from the shoreline as redfish scattered to get away from me.  I located another group of fish, and this time approached on my knees, but stayed about 10 yards away, casting almost parallel to the shoreline.  The next hour was some of the most exhilarating yet frustrating fishing of my life.  With so many redfish in sight, my casting went to pieces - tailing loops, snagging grasses, and missing my target.  But even when I got it together, they mostly ignored my offering.  I switched from a Clouser to a crab pattern, and got a couple follows and one take that resulted in a very brief fight, but I could not bring a fish to hand!  I thought tailing redfish were supposed to be easy to catch...  I'll be back tonight.

Poppers and Mullet

My outings this past weekend have gotten me excited about a couple of things.  First of all, that was the first time I'd fished with a surface fly since I moved down here, and I am seeing some huge potential.  Secondly, accidentally catching that mullet got me thinking about actually targeting them.  I did a quick google search and discovered that fly fishing for mullet is quite popular in England and can be done here as well!  I get the idea you just drift tiny green or brown flies that look like algae or bread crumbs.  Anyway, I just ordered some more poppers and some mullet flies from Miller's Fly Shop, and I cannot wait for them to get here so I can give them a try.  I am excited about the poppers, but I might be even more excited about the mullet.  This whole mullet fishing idea could be huge - mullet are absolutely everywhere, the one I hooked this weekend fought pretty hard for its size, and they taste good!

Saturday Doubleheader

I managed to squeeze in some fly fishing this past weekend around all the football I watched.  I waded off the beach for a couple hours Saturday morning and a couple hours Saturday night.  Nothing spectacular, but I brought my camera with me and took some pictures of my unspectacular fish.

I went down to the Lake Mars launch about 7:30 am (I'm not the best at getting myself up early for fishing), and the pier was full of people, but I had the adjacent beach all to myself.  On a side note, Tropical Storm Lee changed the beach quite drastically.  The waves and 2 ft storm surge broke down the beach and made it wider, more gently sloping, and actually much nicer to walk on.  Within a short period of time, I managed to catch a few flounder and a small redfish by simply blind casting and casting to visible boils with a pink and tan Clouser type fly (I think it has another name, but I can't remember).  The fishing cooled off as the sun got higher.

The little redfish are prettier anyway...

More pictures and words after the jump:

Hiking in Northern Georgia

A few weeks ago, I drove up from the Gulf Coast to Kennesaw, GA (near Atlanta) to visit a college friend for the weekend. We decided to head to northern Georgia for a day hike.  After much deliberation, we chose Fort Mountain State Park and the Gahuti Trail as our destination because it was one of the closest options and it offered a long loop instead of an out and back.  It took about an hour and a half to reach the state park, which is just east of the bustling metropolis of Chatsworth, GA.  Much of the drive was over fairly flat land, as Fort Mountain lies on the extreme southwestern tip of the Appalachian Mountains. 

A view of the Chatsworth area from Fort Mountain at the end of the Appalachians

The Gahuti Trail is an 8 mile loop around the mountain.  It never actually reaches the summit of the mountain, but there are still some good views, although they are rather few and far between.

Pictures and more after the jump.

Colorado 'Bows: Follow Up

I know, you've been dying to know more about my trip to Colorado.  Well here's a little information for you.  The guide service we used is called Blue River Anglers, located in downtown Frisco.  They may not take you to the most scenic places, but they will take you where the fish are.  The place we accessed the Yampa was at Stagecoach State Park, between Yampa and Steamboat Springs.  Here is a map.  I don't feel bad revealing the location considering the fact that everybody and their brother apparently already knows about it.  I would recommend bushwhacking a little to find some isolation further downstream from the dam.

Colorado 'Bows: Day 2

The next day we drove up to the Yampa River with the groom's uncle, who lives and fly fishes in the area.  This time we took the whole bachelor party, several of which had never fly fished before.  I certainly wasn't disappointed with the scenery this time.  The section of the Yampa we visited is a nice looking tailwater stream set in a beautiful, meadow-like valley with rocky outcroppings.  I must admit, I didn't take any pictures.  Fortunately, there's the internet, so you don't have to rely on my poor description.

The Yampa River (I stole this picture off the internets)

Unfortunately, the river and its beauty are quite popular.  On top of that, there is only about a half mile stretch between the dam and a vertical cliff up against one side of the river that prevents most people from heading downstream.  So I think you can figure out the result. Actually, if you look closely at the above picture, you can see several anglers lining the right bank of the river.

The fishing...  The weather had warmed some, and I was dreaming of large rainbows taking dries, but after watching the river for a while and talking to another angler, I picked out an available section of river with a deep hole and reluctantly went back to the chuck and duck method.  After numerous drifts, I managed to bring a rainbow in its lower teens to hand - smaller than the ones from the day before, but more colorful and much more spirited.  The fish jumped several times and tried to take me down a small rapid, which probably would've ended the fight in his favor.

I moved on to where the rest of the bachelor party were landing trout after trout in a gravelly section where multiple large trout were visible.  This was the perfect place for the beginning fly fishermen in our group to get some steady action, and at least one one of them has since taken up fly fishing as a hobby.  After watching them for a while, a friend and I found a large hole behind a boulder.  From high up on the bank, you could see huge trout swimming around that you could not see from where you would need to cast.  So I stood up on the bank and directed my friend as he stood in the river casting into the hole.  On about the third drift I watched a huge fish slowly tip up to grab something out of the current and immediately my buddy's 3 weight was doubled over.  The fish took off into the main current, came up and just wallowed on the surface, too big to jump.  It was all over in about 3 seconds as the fish somehow managed to throw the hook.  It was the one of the biggest trout I've ever seen - it looked more like a salmon.

After numerous unsuccessful drifts through the same hole, I moved on to a rapidy (is that a word?) section strewn with small boulders where I could see some medium sized fish hanging out.  I stood on one of the boulders and drifted a cool looking nymph with a plastic bubble that I got from the groom's uncle past visible fish for several minutes and eventually got a hit.  The fish took off downstream with the fast current, and I had to jump off the boulder and chase after him.  There was no way I was going to pull him back upstream without breaking the tippet.  It was the most exciting fight of my life, dodging and climbing bushes and rocks while trying to keep the line tight.  Eventually I brought to hand a rainbow in its mid-teens with a bright red belly and fins.  It was the most colorful rainbow I have ever seen.  Once again, I wish I had taken a picture.

This is not the fly I used, but it has the same plastic bubble.  Apparently real nymphs sometimes have air bubbles attached to them

Overall, it was a great day of fishing.  A great weekend of fishing.  The fishing was good, but the surroundings left something to be desired.  It definitely made me want to come back to Colorado, but when I do, I think I will try to find more wild places to fish.

The groom with a Yampa River rainbow.  Nice bandana!

Sorry about the long post with only a few pictures.  I'll try to do better the with the picture to word ratio in the future.

Colorado 'Bows: Day 1

Well I'm finally back writing a blog post again.  Or as a kind friend pointed out, its really just a journal entry if no one reads it.  I'm going to blame my absence on Tropical Storm Lee, catastrophic knee failure, and alien abduction.  In other words, I haven't been fishing much recently.  Fortunately, I finally got my hands on the pictures from my trip to Colorado back in May so I'm going to write about what I can remember from that.

My buddy (who just got married a few weeks ago) wanted to include some fly fishing in his bachelor party, so he decided to make everyone fly out to Colorado (oh darn!).  We stayed at his uncle's condo in Frisco.  Frisco is a very cool town that is pretty much surrounded by mountains.  This was the view from the condo.

People in Colorado are spoiled...

Oh yeah, and Colorado is cold in May.  It was kind of a shocker coming from Mississippi.  Anyways... the fishing.  The three big fly fishers in the group decided to get a guide for one of the days.  I generally don't like getting a guide - its kind of like cheating - but it was probably the only way we were realistically going to get into some fish coming into an unfamiliar area without doing a whole lot of research.  The fishing was very different from most of the trout fishing I've done.  I'm used to standing in the middle of a small stream, casting a dry fly or nymph upstream towards a likely looking spot.  If I don't get a strike after a few drifts, I move on.  I almost never cast to visible fish.  Here, I was usually standing on the bank, and I was chucking multiple fly rigs with split shot and strike indicator (you can't really cast that).  Often times fish were visible, and I could get as close as 10 ft from them.  Finally, I would drift through the same spot what felt like a hundred times before moving on, and the fish often hit after numerous drifts.  I think this is because these fish will not move very far for their food, so the drift needs to be absolutely perfect, with the fly hitting the trout on the nose.  I'm not a huge fan of this kind of fishing, but I'm okay with it every once in while if I can catch fish like this:

A nice bow from the Blue River in Colorado

It probably wasn't an amazing day by Western standards, but I managed to catch three rainbows in their upper teens (the biggest was 19"), which I've certainly never done in Michigan.  It was great day on the water, and the scenery was nice, but to be honest I was expecting more.  We fished a little too close to Frisco and the surrounding roads for my taste.  

A nice, but not spectacular, view of the Blue River

Merry Christmas

The new issues of This is Fly and Catch Magazine are both out!  Enjoy.

A Fly Fishing Wedding

Wedding season is upon us and is seriously cutting in on my fishing time.  Not that I'm complaining or anything... But I had to post about the wedding I just attended because the groom and all of the groomsmen (me included) are fly fishermen.  In fact, the bachelor party was a few months ago in Colorado where we fished the Blue and Yampa rivers.  (I may post about this trip later, but I'm still trying to get a hold of the pictures.)  Anyways, this is what happens when the groomsmen are into fly fishing:

Fly reel cuff links

Heck yeah

Harry Potter or Fly Fishing

I don't have any major fly fishing plans down here in Mississippi this weekend due to the fact that I am participating in an epic 2-day Harry Potter movie marathon.  Harry Potter is one of the few things that can tear me away from fishing.  The combination of magic and fly fishing brought a couple things to mind that I'd like to share:

1.  Apparently Emma Watson likes fly fishing.  According to her wikipedia page, she supports the Wild Trout Trust, which I believe is the British version of Trout Unlimited.  Also, she ties her own flies.  In case you need more proof, here's one more.  I just wish I could have found some pictures...

2.  Casting a Spell, The Bamboo Fly Rod and the American Pursuit of Perfection - George Black.  This is a good book on the history of bamboo rod making in the U.S.  I can't see myself dropping $1k on a bamboo rod any time soon, but interesting nonetheless.

Fly Fishing in Mississippi: Two Weekends on the Barrier Islands

The past two weekends I have been fortunate enough to make fly fishing trips to the Mississippi barrier islands.  For those of you who are not familiar with the Mississippi Gulf Coast, there is a string of barrier islands running the length of the coast approximately 10 miles offshore from the mainland.  In between is the Mississippi Sound.  The Sound and the rivers and bayous that feed into it are very murky, and much of the coastline is marsh or man-made beach.  The islands, on the other hand, are surrounded by beautiful beaches with clear, greenish water.  Living in Mississippi, you have two options for nice beaches - drive somewhere (Dauphin Island, Gulf Shores, or Pensacola), or take a boat out to the islands.  To be honest, the beaches of the Florida panhandle are probably a little nicer, but I like the islands because they are uninhabited and isolated.  And the fishing is amazing.  Unfortunately, I don't have a boat so my trips to the island are less frequent than I'd like them to be.

This past weekend, my roommates and I took a ferry from Gulfport to West Ship Island.  We hiked over to the surf side of the island and strung up on a section of beach where the sand bar was close to the shore, leaving a trough that was closed on one end and open on the other.  I started simply casting from the shore into the middle of the trough, and over the course of about an hour and a half I hooked and landed 7 speckled trout, all of them over 16" and one of them about 23".

The big one

My roommates both caught some nice specks as well:

To top it off I caught all of them on chartreuse and white clousers that I tied the night before - the first flies I have ever tied.

The fishing cooled off, and someone told us there were sharks at the east tip so we hiked over there and I put on some 20 lb tippet.  I didn't know if that would actually help, but it was the heaviest I had.  Ship Island is big enough to find solitude but small enough that you can pretty much walk anywhere if you are so inclined.  We didn't find any sharks so we hiked to the Sound side and I headed out on a flat where I had sight fished for some redfish on a previous trip, but all I saw were rays and hardheads.

That was last weekend.  Two weekends ago my co-worker took me and others on his boat out to Petit Bois Island, south of Pascagoula.  Petit Bois means "little wood" in French, referencing the small forest on the island.  This wasn't exactly a fishing trip, but I couldn't resist bringing my fly rod.  I split time between chilling, drinking, eating, swimming, and fishing, and after coming agonizingly close - I broke off 2 fish and lost 2 more after short fights, probably specks or reds - I caught my only notable fish of the day, my very first Florida pompano.  This fish was a blast to catch because it made several runs and jumped a few times.  It is also a very beautiful fish, a smaller version of its more famous relative, the permit.

Pompano on an olive and white clouser

So in conclusion, the Mississippi barrier islands may not be a well known fly fishing destination, but they probably should be.

Favorite Fly Fishing Links

Here is a list of my favorite fly fishing blogs and online magazines:

Fish Porn:  www.fishpornfix.com - This blog was created by my friend from Michigan who currently lives in Miami.  It has lots of awesome fly fishing videos.  He usually posts a few times a week.

Salt Nut's Crazy Fly:  saltnutscrazyfly.blogspot.com - This is my roommate.

Frontside Fly:  www.frontsidefly.com - More fly fishing video.  These guys are hilarious. 

Catch Magazine:  www.catchmagazine.net - This is an amazing online magazine of fly fishing photography.  And its free.  Every time this comes out its like Christmas.

This is Fly:  www.thisisfly.com - Another free fly fishing magazine with articles and pictures.

These are my faves.  Comment if you've got some more I might like.

Hello World

The purpose of this blog is to record my fly fishing and kayaking adventures and post other fly fishing related things.  I doubt anyone will want to read it, but I do follow some other small time fly fishing blogs so you never know.