June 11, 2000 I think I shall one day publish a book of my memoirs on bonefishing. It will be titled Casting at Shadows, and listed under humor. The confessed trout bum, John Gierach, says that “the solution to any problem is to go fishing, and the worse the problem, the longer the trip should [...]
Posts Tagged ‘wading’
The Early Bird
June 10, 2000 Daybreak, meridian: 81º west. Southeast breeze, easing to five knots. In the harbor boats at anchor ride a smooth swell that passes easily beneath to foam against the dark ironshore that rings the bay. To the east, giant cumuli pile, a dark mass against the purple sky. Overhead, ragged clouds hurry on their way to [...]
I smell fried fish.
May 25, 2000 My car has ceased to operate. Or more precisely, the steering has. I am now reduced to biking everywhere, which is ridiculous since it’s already in the mid-eighty’s out there. I hate to begin a day at work by soaking myself in sweat and sending my pulse to levels that, honestly, just [...]
On the First Day
April 5, 2000 My quest to fish [1] in solitude ends down a long potholed road. I’m standing on the northeastern-most tip of the peninsula where I grew up and as I look out over the flats I’m facing north toward Cuba and Key West beyond. To my right the beach gradually arcs around to the southeast. [...]
Wade Fishing Cayman
A Taste of the Islands from Davin Ebanks on Vimeo. How does one capture the silence, the light, the sense of space, and of course, the often high-paced action of fly fishing in the tropics? How, especially, in one film? Here is one of my early tries. (And, yes, I do have a better camera [...]
Earning the Name (or: How I Roll)
January 2, 2009 (with any luck) Well, I’m out day before yesterday at —— and find a school of like 3, 4 dozen bones pushed into maybe a foot of water. Ok, take your time here; fish aren’t going anywhere — just wade slow and quiet. A few minutes later I’m standing within casting range [...]
Day Off: Christmas ’08
December 22, 2008 (The Warm Up) Awake later than expected and groggily dig through my old fly-boxes from last holidays. Luckily there are several usable flies still clinging to the ragged walls of Styrofoam and I decide to hell with tying freshies, I’m going fishing. I grab leader, boots, new 5pc-8wt, reel, glasses, keys, and [...]
