I like long moonlit walks on the beach with my favorite gal :). Fishing is the real love story though—and fly fishing? That’s the epic romance. I like Trout fishing, Carp fishing, Catfishing, Surf fishing.
I was introduced to fishing early. Parents; Grandparents, rods in hand. Was it wholesome family bonding or budget-friendly entertainment? The world may never know. What is clear is that fishing permanently rewired my brain. The imprint is deep…possibly irreversible.
My exposure to fly fishing occurred when I was fishing up in the Eastern Sierras at Lake Crowley. I saw numerous fly angler’s and became interested in adding it to my fishing methods. I joined a local fly fishing club and I was set on the path I’m enjoying to this day and hopefully into the very distant future.
At first, it was freshwater float tubing, which was already way fun. But then I looked west, towards ‘The Big Salty”. Since I lived somewhat close to the ocean and bays, it was “game on”…suddenly I’m fly fishing bays and channels, tempting bass, croaker, halibut, bat rays, and anything else reckless enough to believe my Clouser Minnow had good intentions. The surf zone followed because of course it did—why not fling feathers into moving water and see what answers? Large Mouth bass, Spotted Bay bass, or Calico bass they’re all a blast to catch on ‘da fly.
In short:
I chase fish with string and feathers, across lakes, bays, surf, and time itself—and I plan to keep doing it until someone pries the rod from my weathered hands. SoCal Perky…