I Think We’re Gonna Need a Bigger Boat
I crave the salt like a land locked salmon. It is in my blood and in my dreams. Most people cut their teeth as trout fisherman and migrate to the salt with a bit of curiosity… at least that has how it has historically been. Ironically, in my entire fly fishing career I have caught two (no that was not a typo) trout on the fly. The largest reason is that I don’t really trout fish much. The other is that the whole entomology game just bugs me. My fly fishing journey started in salt water and a day does not go by that I don’t miss it.
According to my wife, the rumors are true and yes… size matters. I am not just talking about the length of the rod or the full wells grip. I hate tying flies smaller than a size 10. I don’t like tying knots in 7x tippet. And I am sorry to all of the trout purists in the crowd, but the notion of chasing a 6″ brookie because it is native and has pretty spots just does not turn my crank.
The notion of hooking into a fish that can rip your arm from the socket is just an amazing thought. I love the struggle, my inner Ahab is brought out as I peer into the eyes of the great white whale (metaphorically speaking of course). Man vs. Beast…..
At the end of the month I have 4 days in the Florida Keys and I find myself tying far too many flies and going through my gear list a few too many times. Before I leave all of my hooks will be razor sharp and fingernail tested. My one concern is wondering whether or not my wife will have a head injury from all of the excessive eye rolling that is being sent in my direction. To be honest I really don’t care!
Keep your eyes peeled Moby…. Ahab is coming!