“The thing about the road less traveled is… it’s not really a road.” ~ Jose Wejebe 1958 – 2012
Posts Tagged ‘kinda sucked’
Bad Things At Boca Grand Pass
Apropos of an upcoming trip to The Keys for tarpon, I’ve been (weirdly) thinking a lot about tarpon recently. I was alerted to this by Nate Dubya, a sometimes contributor of fishy goodness to this blog. I know it’s longish, but it’s not just some random fish porn youtubery, this is serious stuff here. Hope [...]
Christmas Eve
December 24, 2011 Head east, past the cruise ships, tourist traps, and taxis, past the miles of coastline, muddied by the winds of the last fortnight. Small bays open unexpectedly around corners glimmering blue through vignettes of seagrape groves, crowned by black and white reefs. Spindrift mists the windscreen, blurring details. The horizon seems impossibly far off. [...]
The Traveler
Dec. 7, 2011: South of Chicago. 0214 hrs. Dark waves of asphalt rose and fell like deep ocean swells, passing easily beneath. The traveler’s eyes stared out blankly over wine-dark waters and a rushing, moonless night. The trees—and they were indeed trees, scattered carelessly over the landscape and leaning, drunkenly, like tombstone in a ghost-town [...]
Blue Fins and All… (Pt. I)
December 28, 2000 The year is almost out and I’m faced with the very real prospect of having fished nearly all of it without catching a single one. And I mean fished, seriously fished. This year has been an almost single minded pursuit of a frustratingly elusive creature: the bonefish. It wasn’t just a weekend thing either—though I [...]
Fat Guys Fly Fish Too
I don’t usually go in for gratuitous posts that, in reality, are content from another site—and one that has next to nothing to do with salt water to boot. But, this was so well written I have to send a shout out to Alex at FatGuyFlyFishing and the post: Half Empty. Here’s an excerpt to [...]
Key’s Chronicles: Early Season
Day I: Late start, low tide, breezy. Oceanside: small groups, singles, and doubles. Second cast: hooked up! Jump, jump. Sweeeet. Drag singing. Fish off. “Uhhhh… popped ‘im off.” Nope: reel in to find the backing broke! Motored around searching for a #10 yellow line zipping through the water but was forced to admit both the [...]
