Interpolation April 26, 2005 A few notes about Andros bonefishing. If you’re after the big girls, forget light tippets and #8, weightless flies. Standard gear for big bones here is a 9-weight rigged with 9 foot, 16-20 pound leaders and #2 forged saltwater hooks, double strength preferred. (I straightened two #4 stainless Mustad 34007’s [1] [...]
Posts from ‘January, 2012’
Tarpon and… Orvis?
Ok, so here’s another gratuitous, lazy-@$$ video post. It’s time. Tight video. Amazing fish. And no, I do not want to go out and buy an Orvis reel now… not even a little bit. Wonder what kind of rods they were “blowing up”? Just askin’. Mirage Reel from SHALLOW WATER EXPEDITIONS on Vimeo. (Promo for [...]
Travel Log: Andros (Pt. I)
Living Vicariously Through the Past April 26, 2005 Yesterday we flew out of Miami, the old D concourse where American Eagle buses passengers to miniature aircraft bound for points south and east—the Bahamas, Turks and Caicos, Key West and more, places a fly rod is pretty much required. We were treated to our first view of north [...]
The Most Interesting Guide of 2011 Returns for 2012
Some say he must return the sea every fortnight, to molt, and that his mating rituals, even by fish standards, are bizarre. Others say that, strangely, he speaks only in binary when he’s drunk . All we know is, he’s the most interesting guide in the world. * 01001001001000000110010001101111011011100010011101110100001000000110000101101100011101110110000101111001011100110010000001100111011001010111010000100000011101000110111100100000011001100110100101110011011010000010000001101101011110010111001101100101011011000110011000101100001000000110001001110101011101000010000001110111011010000110010101101110001000000100100100100000011001000110111100100000010010010010000001110010011001010110001101101111011011010110110101100101011011100110010000100000011101000110100001100101001000000111011101100001011101000110010101110010001000000110111101100110001000000110000100100000011110010110111101110101011011100110011100100000011011010110111101101111011011100010000001110100011010010110010001100101001011000010000001101000011000010110110001100110001000000110000100100000011011000110100101101101011001010010110000100000011000010010000001110011011100000111001001101001011001110010000001101111011001100010000001101101011010010110111001110100001011000010000001100001011011100110010000100000011101000110100001100101001000000111001101101100011010010110011101101000011101000010000001110111011010000110100101100110011001100010000001101111011001100010000001100010011011110110111001100101011001100110100101110011011010000010000001110011011011000110100101101101011001010010111000101110001011100000110100001010011100110111010001101001011100100010000001100111011001010110111001110100011011000111100100101100001000000110010001100101011000110110000101101110011101000010110000100000011000010110111001100100001000000110010101101110011010100110111101111001001011100000110100001010000011010000101001010011011101000110000101111001001000000111001101100001011011000111010001111001001000000110110101111001001000000110011001110010011010010110010101101110011001000111001100101110 ____________________ * Not familiar, check it out here. Decode binary here.
Blue Fins and All… (Pt. III)
December 28, 2000 Since I had only been out practicing my cast I had no more flies on me. I carefully waded back to shore and, once on the beach, bolted for my car. I scrabbled through the first flybox I found, tied on a new fly (taking at least five times as long as [...]
