WARNING! * ¡AVISO! — Gratuitous Self Promotion ahead.
After awaking from his concussion Jack wouldn’t remember a thing. He wouldn’t remember the rooster-tail shooting up his leader as the bonefish streaked off with his carefully placed fly. He wouldn’t remember the tarpon as it hung crescent-shaped in the air before crashing down, punching holes in the Caribbean as big as pianos. Nor would he recall straining against that fish for nearly an hour before the guide bent to retrieve his pliers in preparation for the release. As the guide reached down the fish made a quick burst toward the boat and left the water in a clean trajectory for Jack’s face, which was luckily turned away talking to the guide. Eighty pounds of tarpon sailed harmlessly over the guide’s head and cleaned Jack’s clock.
Grand Slam.
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That’s a excerpt from “The Grand Slam” by Davin Ebanks (aka Windknot, aka FlatsWalker, aka Mr. FishBones). Yeah, yours truly.
The full story is available in Pulp Fly: Volume One, an anthology of fly fishing related literature that plays on the pulp fiction phenomenon of the early 20th century, when an explosion of periodicals published on cheap paper brought new and unconventional voices to a wide audience. History is being repeated in the 21st century with the advent of the e-book, an inexpensive way to bring new fly-fishing writing to “print.”
And by inexpensive I mean $5.–. A latté cost more, or a cocktail, or most any magazine you care to name. Looking for a little something to get you in the mood as you fly off for spring break in the tropics? Well, download this collection, I think you’ll be glad you did.
Hey Dav didn’t have your email on my iPad …
I know this subject is near and dear to you heart for multiple reasons . As a tarpon guy , Caymanian , and lover of our fishery here in the keys.
I just came across this http://www.flyfilmtour.com/silver-lining. I plan to research what can be done to help. Can you post this pls.
Be in touch,
Best
NW