No matter what's going on in your state and local area during this time, the outdoors are open and are a great way to stay healthy, and remain sane during these stressful weeks. Many states are beginning their annual stocking programs or are simply opening up their trout seasons early. Now, we know stockers may not be on the top of your target species list, but man, when you need to scratch that fly fishing itch, they are always there and more than willing to crush flies. Over the past weekend, we managed to sneak out onto some local trout water in New Jersey and escape. It felt freeing to break out of the house, grab our spring trout boxes and 5 WT's, and get after some trout. So, we figured we should give you a glimpse into our Spring fly boxes and discover the best patterns to throw for trout right now!
It's no secret that trout love bugger-style patterns. There's a good reason that they're in nearly every angler's trout box, hell, we even make one for the flats. Fish can't resist the erratic twitching and life-like movement of the pattern. Our new Guide Buggers are tied with Semperfli's new straggle string, which gives these little flies incredible flow and just the right amount of flash in the water. Strip them in, dead drift them, or suspend them under a bushy dry fly, these buggers work, and the trout certainly approve!
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Wired Walt's Worms
Born in the hills of Pennsylvania, Walt's Worm is another absolute staple pattern in our spring trout boxes. They perfectly emulate just about any nymph or scud washing down a creek, and if pellet-head stockers around, the tan is a dead ringer for a stocked trout's favorite food, pellets that rain from the sky. These nymphs suspended under a Guide Floater dry fly, is essentially a one-way ticket to a net full of trout! And, if you're looking for something a little flashier, check out McKenna's Sexier Walt's, it's the same classic patterns with a little added pizzazz that is sure to grab the attention of any nearby trout!
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Sucker Spawns and Egg Patterns
They might not be the prettiest or labeled as "dirty flies", but simply put, egg patterns and sucker spawns are surefire trout patterns in the early days of spring. Regardless of where you are in the Eastern States, fish eggs are in the system, and hungry trout fresh off their winter long fast will be keyed in on those little morsels of protein.
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Other than eggs, caddis may be one of the most prevalent trout forages in the East. Caddis spend most of their lifecycle crawling along the bottom of streams, waiting for the perfect conditions to hatch. While they're in the water, they can be easy targets for trout looking for a quick grubby snack as the caddis drift by in the current.
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McKenna's Rumble Series
They say good things come in three's, and Dave's Rumble series of flies is no different. The Rumble Pheasant (left), Rumble Bug (center) and Rumble Stone (right), all perform no matter the season. The Rumble Bug's contrasting Glo-Brite thread wraps create a trigger point that calls to trout to have a taste. Playing off that, Dave took the hot spot colors and doubled down when he designed the Rumble Stone and Pheasant, who both emulate nymphs commonly found in trout streams nearly year-round. From the trout streams of New Jersey to the mighty Colorado River, these bugs are responsible for countless trout!
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High-Floating Dry Flies
As Guide Flies co-founder Steve Brown always says, "Our dry flies remove the need for indicators on the river altogether," and isn't that the truth. Our Guide Stimi (left) and Guide Floater (right) sit high in the water and can suspend the heaviest of our jigged-nymph patterns with ease. As the hatches of spring begin to kick off, you'll find a dry-dropper rig on our fly rods until the Fall. And besides, it always pays to have a few in your trout box for when those unexpected risers pop up in your favorite creek!
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Written by: Steve Brown
Patrick showed up at Jones Caye several years ago to claim his job with Fly Fish Guanaja, it was his birthright. By the time Patrick became a young teenager, Fly Fish Guanaja already employed his mother and many cousins. Patrick’s mom is Lorena, who cooks and cleans for with her sister Amalia. Amalia Jackson has 6 of her children working for Fly Fish Guanaja: guides, chefs, housekeepers, and captains. Fly Fish Guanaja is not a company, it’s a family.
Patrick was only 17 years old and came across timid and shy. The only job I had for him was as a supply runner, and I was skeptical to give it to him because the supply runner position is ideally on the guide track. Supply runners have the chance to learn everything through being around our operation all the time, and the ultimate goal is to end up as a Fly Fish Guanaja Guide, the best job on the island. Edwin had officially grown out of the position into a full-time guide and we needed someone else to get supplies for the island, which was no small job. Operating out of a private island is a balance of bliss and hardship. While it’s a dream to have your own private island, surrounded by fish, accompanied by friends, it’s also a huge challenge. Simple tasks like getting toilet paper can mean a harrowing boat ride to a store that might or might not be open, and maybe has toilet paper. Patrick’s job was getting all supplies to the island, driving staff back and forth throughout the day in a panga, getting the pangas ready for the guides in the morning, and helping them break down in the morning.
Although Patrick didn’t appear to be the next all-star guide, he excelled as supply runner and became the best we’d ever had in quick time. Details I used to manage just started getting done without my order. Fewer and fewer emergencies occurred, we had back stock of the important things. Without saying a word, he dealt with all the guides and their requests, often thanklessly doing parts of their job. Patrick made everything easier for everyone.
By his second year, he had our lodge logistics dialed and at least that part was smooth sailing. He was still a young man with few words, to us anyway, and I had a hard time imagining him as a fly-fishing guide entertaining clients all day. He was so shy and didn’t seem to grow a love for fly-fishing.
Until I came back from fishing one day and saw him casting off the deck of the boathouse.
From a distance, I could tell someone was double hauling nearly all of the line with a perfect loop. As there are only a few of our guides that can cast that well, and our clients were all out fishing, I was confused at what I was seeing. Did another client I forgot about just show up at the lodge? No, it was Patrick chucking some major line. Little did know, he was spending his breaks learning how to cast, simply by watching others, silently. It was amazing to watch this kid, he was casting better than most of our guests and almost all of our guide staff at the time.
At that moment, I realized Patrick was paying more attention to the sport than I’d realized, it occurred to me I really needed another fly-tier on site. I’d taught most of my guides how to tie a few flies but none of them took to it with a passion. They got creative and distracted too fast, spinning new crazy versions of flies never to be reproduced even once, not very productive.
That very night I was tasked again with tying my custom bonefish flies for our guests the next day, they were the only patterns working and I was the only source. I told Patrick I needed him to learn something else new and sat him down at the tying table in the boathouse for the first time. Within minutes he was keeping up with me, and by the end of the night his Guide Kwans were looking better than mine, perfect in fact. I’d never heard of anyone learning to tie so fast, what luck! The next morning we had 24 Kwans to send out, AND I was able to go to bed approximately when everyone else did! Oh, the times, they were a-changing.
Patrick became our signature lodge tier and tied countless flies for our guests, productivity increased, and more fish were being caught, no question. Now guests could use our patterns even when I wasn’t there. Patrick was not only a pro caster but fly tier too and our lodge couldn’t operate smoothly without him.
As the years rolled on, Patrick’s personality blossomed. Mind you, I’m sure he’s always been outgoing to his people in Guanaja, it’s just the cultural collision likely left him speechless for a few years around us.
Along with his skills off the water, Patrick started getting in our pangas, acting as first mate for our head guides and learning all the ropes. Inevitably a guide didn’t show up on time, and there was Patrick, Mr. Reliable, at the ready to step in as a guide creating a seamless day for our guests. He learned how to get any level of angler into Guanaja bonefish and began the permit hunt.
The Fish for Change Student Program in Guanaja became Patrick’s favorite time of year and he connected with our students so much they requested him daily. Turns out Patrick is a kid at heart and engages with students on a unique level.
By the time Dave and I started Guide Flies, it was clear who our local head instructor and tier was going to be. Patrick jumped right in and started teaching our new local staff. He taught his wife Claudia, who started tying at home and was quickly making hundreds of the best prince nymphs I’d ever seen. They have 2 beautiful children who are learning to tie as well.
Guide Flies started from scratch, however, the core team had prepared for a long time. Patrick was crucial in launching Guide Flies. Even though English is the first language of the islanders, it’s a different form of English coming from a different way of thinking. Much is lost, even when there is no translation needed. Sometimes apples to apples is more like oranges to coconuts in our communication and Patrick brings it together.
Patrick not only helped teach our team how to tie, but he also invented some local saltwater patterns of his own. Growing up in Guanaja and becoming a fly-fishing guide gives him an intimate knowledge of the fishery and its many creatures we imitate.
Patrick co-designed many of our first saltwater patterns with Dave McKenna like the Guide Mullet and Guide Toad.
Everything is humble about Patrick, especially his house. In fact, he really needs a new one and every season we stay in operation he gets closer to that goal.
“We want to start a fly company out here,” Steve said to me just as my panga from Jones Key to the airport was about to pull off the dock. I grabbed my fly boxes, and started handing him my flies. These had landed countless bonefish and proved to be way better for those technical permit than any of the commercial patterns that anglers were trying out at the Faraway Keys. “I’m in, let’s start with these, I’ll call you when I get home.” Could this really be possible down here? There were a lot of things that had to line up just right if this was going to work. But, that was pretty much the conversation that kicked off Guide Flies for Steve Brown and me.
I passed the next three plane rides home filling my notebook with business ideas that had been in my mind for years. I had been in the fly fishing industry for a few years now, but I had been tying and designing flies since I was a young kid. As a manager of a popular fly shop, I had experience stocking shelves with all sorts of high and low end commercial flies. We were starting our own fly company from scratch. This wasn’t going to be any regular fly company importing flies from Asia or African factories. These were our custom flies that were landing some of the toughest fish in the world. Making the flies at right at the lodge meant new jobs for our friends on the island, and would provide excellent livelihoods. Saltwater and trout flies would the starting point. This wasn’t going to be easy, but it was going to be a hell of an adventure.
Steve had over 20 years guiding some of Colorado’s most technical trout rivers and he already had a few of the lodge employees trained to tie flies. Guanaja has some of the most beautiful and technical flats on the planet. It took years to get these flies just right and rarely did a client ever bring the right flies, they just weren’t commercially available. There was a problem with commercial flies and Guide Flies was going to be the solution. We had a big vision and now it was time to make the dream a reality.
The year before that conversation took place was when the real inspiration for Guide Flies began. I had trusted Steve Brown enough to jump on a 38’ snapper boat with Noah Thompson and a crew of fourteen Honduran guys I didn’t really know. This was after our helicopter ride fell through. I highly recommend you watch Beyond The Horizon if you want to see the back story on that whole story. (For the past few years we had been hearing stories from Rankin and the guides that there were dangerous little keys 160 miles east that were covered in 10lb bonefish and permit that would eat bare hooks). After a lot of work and backup plans, We headed 160 miles east to the Faraway Keys. I had no idea what we were getting into, other than there was going to be a lot of fish and some good stories when we got back. No one had really ever thrown a fly to these mythical bonefish schools or eagle ray surfing permit. We were going to be the first, basically writing the fly fishing field-manual for the Faraway Keys. The pressure was on. There was a film crew coming in a week, a season full of anglers including personal friends booked to stay at this remote new fishery and we had no idea what these fish were going to eat.
Archey and the crew kept telling me that these bones are so big they eat lobsters! Ok, we’ll see about that. He wasn’t kidding! It turned out they wanted giant, lobster sized mantis shrimp. Probably because they resemble the lobsters those bonefish spend six months a year eating when the lobster boats are docked at the islands. Noah and I had filled a 5-gallon bucket with two vises and all the saltwater tying materials we could fit. We’d pass the nights and rainy days sitting on lobster traps teaching the guys to tie and tying flies to match the big local shrimp and crabs. The bigger the better, but they had to land soft and move right. There’s a lot that goes into designing a successful new permit fly or a better permit fly. We had a lot of shots out here to test flies on and these fish were the ultimate test. Flies like the Psycho Mantis and Predator Mantis were born out here. They get to the target fast, cast easy and fool big fish. The permit needed to see them off a ray so visibility and a realistic movement are essential without being too crazy.
Patrick and Darren were learning the Faraway Keys waters as guides and had designed a few of their own killer flies out there. That was three years ago. Today Patrick, his wife Claudia, his brother-in-law Johny and sister-in-law are some of the best fly tiers at Guide Flies. I first met Nathalie when she was working in the kitchen at the island. She’s now our head manager and a mentor to every person who works at Guide Flies. I had no idea at that time what we were laying the groundwork for.
Those vises on 5-gallon buckets on that little Heli-Salt basecamp turned out to be the inspiration for what we’ve done from then through today. The experiences you share with people when you are truly in the middle of now where and off the grid have significant impact.
The way he looks at her, the way he speaks to her, and how he puts her first every time is a true lesson in love and chivalry. His first concern every morning was getting a fresh cup of coffee to her. Her agenda precluded his in every situation. When I asked how long they've been married, he smiled with a twinkle in his eye and said, "Not long . . . 64 years." Their love shined with youthful antiquity, timeless, seamless, and infectious. Being in the presence of these lovers is an honor I will cherish forever. I believe that 64 years truly felt like a short time.
The way she says, "Jimmy," with her soft southern drawl, says it all. Although everyone refers to him as Jimmy Carter, Rosalynne seems to be the only one who calls him, "Jimmy." "Jimmy" might as well be translated as "baby." His friends call him Mr. President.
“Good morning Mr.President,” I said in a quiet voice as he walked into the lodge where I was tying him a bonefish fly in the dark hours of early morning. Coffee sounds gurgling, Willie Nelson singing Whisky River on the little Bluetooth stereo, and early birds starting to chirp.
There was a large school of bonefish that would come by the lodge at first light, a great way to start the President’s day of saltwater fly-fishing. The school’s feeding patterns were predictable, but what they were eating wasn’t. I was engineering different bonefish flies all season to keep ahead of this particular school. Whatever patterns worked one day, didn’t necessarily work the next, the prey was constantly changing color, size, and species. Crabs to shrimp to baitfish, and many variations.
“I also tie flies while listening to Willie Nelson,” the President told me as he watched me assemble his bonefish fly. “In fact Willie and I are good friends, we used to jog together.” Later I found out about some big scandal about Willie Nelson smoking weed in the White House when Carter was in office.
Whisky River faded into a live version of Midnight Rider by the Allman Brothers, my playlist on shuffle.
“Allman Brothers,” the President smiled, “more friends of mine. Did you know they played shows to raised money for my campaign?”
“I had no idea, but I sure have enjoyed seeing them live at Red Rocks many times, and now I like them even more.”
I focused on the bonefish fly. Small bead chain eyes to the weed-guard, the start of almost all our bonefish flies back then. Then I brought the thread to the tying point and tied on plastic dumbbell eyes, wrapped with an orange chenille egg sack - another standard move. Then came the breakthrough, gold. Gold crystal flash body was triggering the bite. Finished the fly with a cream bunny hair wing, olive tail. I tied two and led the President outside to the white hole, where luckily the bonefish had just moved into.
Secret service surrounded us, and we dissolved into the moment. Our rapport had been developed in the Black Canyon of the Gunnison River, so our communication was dialed in. I told him exactly where to cast, how long to wait, how to strip, when and how to set the hook, when to let em’ run, and when to bring em’ in. Every command played out like I was fishing myself and we caught bonefish, every morning, the same ritual for 6 days. Morning bonefish with coffee and Willie Nelson, breakfast with everyone, and President and his friends off in boats fishing around Guanaja for more bonefish and hunting permit.
Rosalynne stayed at the lodge and worked on a speech about a book she had just published.
Middle of day 3, I was running around the lodge putting out usual fires when the secret service stopped me, "Mr. Brown, Mrs. Carter would like to practice fly-casting, would you please help us facilitate this?"
"No problem." I dropped everything and hustled to the dock where we hang our fly-rods to find one for Rosalynne. Because all the boats were out fishing with the President and his friends, the only rod left was a fast action Scott 10 weight--not ideal for a petite woman. It was our only option.
"Mrs. Carter," I said, "the only rod we have at the lodge now is a 10 weight, have you ever cast one? It's pretty heavy."
"I think so, let’s give it a try." I walked her out on the concrete pier jetting out from the lodge where she could cast over the flats with a slight breeze at her back. I pulled off a bunch of line and handed her the rod. She began to cast.
I watched in awe as Rosalynne handled the 10 weight like a breeze, casting rhythmically, with a perfect loop. Her cast was like a heartbeat, a breath of fresh air, a metronome. For the first time in my guiding career, I had no advice, nothing to say but, "Wow, that's incredible, don't change a thing. You have obviously put some time into this."
She proceeded to make perfect cast after perfect cast until I broke the meditation.
"Mrs. Carter, there are actually some bonefish tailing right now on the other side of the key. How about casting to a couple of fish?"
"That would be fine," she said.
We stepped into the flats with help from the Secret Service.
"Do you see the tails?" I whispered to Rosalynne.
"Yes," she nodded, "I see them."
The fish moved toward the concrete sea-wall, where a secret service agent hovered. I waved him back, afraid he would spook the fish. He sank back into the shade of a grape tree.
"Go ahead and cast a few feet to the right, 1 o'clock about 30 feet."
She peeled off some line and let the fly land exactly where I said. The bonefish faced the other direction, never saw the fly, and nervously moved away from our sight, into the vast reaches of the flat, our chance was over. It hurt me, but she was un-phased. "That was close," she said with a smile. "I need to work on my book now, thanks for the time Steve."
So went my chance to get the first lady onto a bonefish, but I was left with the experience of watching a perfect fly cast from a First Lady.
President Carter wrote an article about his experience in Guanaja and published in Fly Fisherman Magazine.
See his article here: https://www.flyfisherman.com/editorial/guanaja-bonefish/152032
Dave McKenna has been developing deadly fly patterns for years, that's part of the reason he and Steve started Guide Flies, to share amazing fly patterns that have only previously been known to a select few guides. We've been whipping them up for years and now you can too!
Mckenna's Rumble bug
This fly is a blend of every fishy nymph out there, and it works. Dave has been carrying these for years and has tested them across the country, and now you can too!
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Mckenna's Sexier waltz
If you don't have at least a few Waltz Worms in your nymph box, you're doing it wrong. These flies imitate just about any nymph rolling down the stream bed and work in may different color variations. Here you can see the grey and purple color-way which has become a go to point fly for almost all of our nymphing rigs!
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Mckenna's freestyle fall favorite
Last but not least, is one of Dave's variations on a classic swinging fly. This pattern has swung up countless anadromous fish, from steelhead to salmon. They've also been known to fool a trout or two!
Written by: Steven Calaway Brown
Landing on Guanaja felt like Christopher Columbus discovering the new world. Columbus did in fact land in Guanaja on his 4th voyage in 1502. He wasn’t looking for bonefish, but he probably found them in schools of unimaginable proportions.
Guanaja is a green, mountainous, jungle island surrounded by the wild Caribbean. A Jurassic feeling, beauty sublime, paradise found. Fly-fishing is as much about place and people as the fish, and Guanaja is legendary in all 3 categories. The people opened their arms to us like they had been waiting a lifetime. Hurricane Mitch 10 years earlier decimated the island and all hope of tourism, we were the first glimmer of hope in a place long forgotten. The fish were waiting too.
Our first weeks in Guanaja were true exploration of the fishery, we found bonefish, named flats, and started tying flies.
We had the usual bonefish flies used throughout the Caribbean, Crazy Charlies, Gotchas, the basics. And . . . they didn’t work. We exploded schools of fish with flies that were too heavy, spooking fish, and getting caught on the turtle grass. Late night sessions at the boat house led to our first breakthrough: We took the easiest fly to tie, and took away one step. We tied our first batch of crazy Charles without eyes, added a weed guard, and starting hooking bonefish, big bonefish. We could cast our blind Charlies into schools of tailing fish, not spook them, and trigger the bite.
Because of our local variations of the Charlie, and the fact that I have one eye worse off than the other, we called this fly the Blind Brownie. I wrapped the hook with crystal flash, then 20 pound mono to make an effervescent body, and used a pink or olive calf tail wing. Simplicity.
And so began the Fly Fish Guanaja tradition of creating flies for our anglers, a culture no other lodge offers in the Caribbean. This is how we started.
Our very first guests, Rippy Franchesci and Master Quinn showed up at Black Rock with nothing, all their luggage lost on the flight over. It was their first saltwater fly-fishing trip and they bought every thing possible. None of it arrived. Not their clothes, no wading boots, no tooth brush, no fly rods no flies, no nothing, not even a pot to piss in. But they had their dignity, somehow the loss didn’t affect them at all and they embraced the vacation from the moment they arrived. These are the best kind of dudes you can find, the ones who remain positive while others disintegrate.
Rippy and Master Quinn truly had nothing to worry about anyway, as we had extra everything, especially Blind Brownie’s with a couple of fly rods, all they really needed to take care of business.
Their luggage arrived midweek unharmed, once again proving the power of positivity. This was the first case of our guests getting “Guanaja’d”: an endearing term that means: at some point on your vacation something you reasonably expect to happen, won’t, or something you except not to happen, will.
For example a meal you planned on having just wouldn’t be available, Rippy and Master Quinn accused me of running Brownie’s Fat Camp because we got Guanaja’d so many times relying on restaurants or even our own staff from the early days. We were the only tourists in Guanaja, as such, we really couldn’t have any expectations. Expectations are the path to getting Guanaja’d, wherever you are.
Written by: Steven Calaway Brown
Fly Fish Guanaja started on the North side of Guanaja, on a smaller island called Black Rock. Unlike most Caribbean islands made out of sand, Black Rock is made out of black rock, hence the clever name.
It all started with the Danger Monkeys, an elite group of degenerates based out of Durango, Colorado that came to help us explore the fishery before the start of our first season in Guanaja. I hooked up with Joe Delling and the Danger Monkeys guiding in the Black Canyon of the Gunnison River. Joe Delling is a legendary guide from Durango, a former lodge owner in Chile, and more importantly, a key ring leader of the Danger Monkeys. From the Black Canyon to Black Rock, a load of fly guide pirates.
The Danger Monkeys helped tribes like the Garbutt Brothers in Punta Gorda, Belize explore and open their permit fishery. They trained locals, then followed up with clients and vacations. The only cost is the amount of fun they have in the process, which is monumental and immeasurable. Simply put, the Danger Monkeys throw down, party down, tie flies all night, and fish like maniacs with unparalleled fervor. They open doors you never knew existed, then blow them off the hinges.
The first night at the lodge the energy was full throttle, the FFG crew united with Danger Monkeys and everyone was in full force, the times of our lives. A bunch of bros on a private island on the verge of re-discovering a permit fishery that had been left alone for 9 years. Salva Vida and rum poured like a tropical storm and Margaritaville was in session.
Before their luggage hit the floor, fly tying material poured onto the dinner table. The Danger Monkeys were so excited to show their new material, patterns, and ideas. A frenzy of crystal flash and feathers swirling the lodge, a tornado of creation, the first Guide Flies session in Guanaja.
I’d never seen such a stoke for fly-tying, or so much fun in the process. My bewilderment was obvious and AC asked, “Isn’t this what you guys always do?” AC, the man, the myth, the legend, hailing from the San Juan River. AC puts the ‘danger’ in the Danger Monkeys with his horseshoe walrus mustache and deep passion for permit fishing and fly-tying.
“Honestly, I haven’t tied a ton of flies.” I replied, “I’ve been so busy with getting this project off the ground.”
AC looked at me like I had breasts growing from the top of my head. “Get with it bro, this is what it’s all about.”
I understood and was hooked into the deeper level of what makes us fly anglers. It’s all about tying.
Danger Monkey week was a mixed cocktail of fishing, exploration, laughing to tears, at least one random hookup in a broken down disco bar over the water, and new fly patterns that led to Fly Fish Guanaja’s first 2 permit, caught on the same day, with crabs designed the night before.
Last day of the week and nobody had caught a permit. In fact, Fly Fish Guanaja was yet to catch one. We had 3 weeks and remained blanked on permit, a growing concern considering we were starting and bonefish and permit lodge. We stayed up late the night before designing a new crab based on our trials and tribulations of the week.
Early morning we sent the Danger Monkeys out with our guides while I stayed at Black Rock and fished the river mouth.
Tide rushed in with the sunrise, silver bait crashed and the water was live. Schools of bonefish, tarpon, snook, jacks, and even permit share the river mouth feeding grounds on a moving tide.
Standing in the river mouth as fish passed through, the breeze and sunrise at my back. Letting bonefish feed on by, watching tarpon roll within casting distance, feeling water splash from the crash of snook pounding bait, letting it all go, taking in all in, patiently still for the chance of seeing a permit.
Water was root beer and the fish appeared like black oil, the definite shape of a permit tail slid by close enough to grab, headed in an arc to my 2 o’clock. I ducked down and rolled a short cast to my 4. Solid black tail sliced upward into the air, its head went down to our crab. Face down, ass up. Pink lips opened to suck in last night’s crab creation, right in front of my eyes.
Meanwhile, on the South side of the island AC was landing what he thought to be Fly Fish Guanaja’s first permit also.
We had a lot to celebrate that night at Black Rock, the beginning of so much, we had no idea what was to come, least of all, Guide Flies.
GRANDPA AND THE GATEKEEPER