Misery on the Flats

It was a sunny day on the flats of Belize yesterday but the wind was savage.  The forecast for today was promising.  More sun and finally a drop in the wind to a more workable 10 to 20 mph.  But the prediction was wrong.  We had cruel conditions of thick clouds, 55° temps, 25 mph wind and rogue rolling waves over the flats from our departure at 4:30 AM till our return at 6.


Just to make things worse, the crud I picked up is miserable.  There’s aches, fever, cough, running nose and the list goes on.  I was dying.  But permit fishing is a team effort.  The boys picked me up.  Wil Flack poled his butt off despite the brutal polling conditions and Taylor Brothers, who I’ll remind you is here to film promotional stuff for Wil and his new, Belize Permit Club, stayed on point with his camera.


I did my best, watching for permit while clutching my Winston from the front of the boat.  I had more clothes on than ever before on a flats fishing trip.  Remarkably we cast to three tailing permit in the first hour.  Two of these I fed nicely but they refused.  The third I landed my crab fly on his head and he spooked.  We didn’t see another permit for five hours and we lost sight of him before getting a chance.  Frustrating.


At the end of the day I got my best shot of the trip.  Wil spotted a huge permit over 20lbs cruising over a sand flat.  The big round fish was speeding and my only shot was a long now or never cast.  The wind was behind me so I was able to cast 80 feet.  The fly landed ahead the massive fish by about 5ft.  Normally not close enough but because this fish was moving it was perfect.


Wil had me fishing a shrimp pattern and I stripped immediately.  The permit turned and followed.  My heart dropped and Wil began instruction on how to strip, “Strip it. Strip it.  Long.  Stop.  Strip it.  Stop.  Let it sink. Strip it”.  Its intense – believe me!


There were at least a couple times when it looked as if this permit was eating my fly.  His lips couldn’t have been more than inches away.  But I never felt anything.  Thrillingly, the permit followed all the way to the boat then saw us and spooked.  Invigorating, but not a happy ending to the day.


Permit fishing can be torturous at times – most of the time in fact.  The weather is hurting us bad.  Being sick as a dog makes this more of a struggle.  At least I’m with friends and the three of us are determined to make this happen.  It was a long ride home over rough seas.  Too rough to even enjoy a Belikin Beer during the ride!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Beanie in Belize

Todays blog starts with a travel tip.  In the northern hemisphere, even in tropical destinations, December is December.  Its winter and it can get far colder than you may expect.  At midnight I turned the fan off over my bed here at the Belize Permit Club.  At 2 AM I added a blanket.  And at 3 AM I wished I had another because I’m already sick.


At 4 AM when it was time to head for the flats it was 55°.  One of the coldest days in Belize in years.  The last item I tossed in my bag were my Simms bibs.  I typically use them in cold drizzle back home when I’m bass fishing.  Thank god I brought them.  In fact, as Wil Flack, Taylor Brothers and I made the crossing from the mouth of the Sittee River to the flats it was so cold I found myself wearing the Simms Beanie I wear skiing back home!


Regardless of the cold today was a far kinder day than yesterday.  The sun was out and as we fished we could see the mountains of Belize.  The visibility for spotting fish on the flats was excellent.  The only negative was another day of extreme wind.  Yesterday blew between 25 and 30 mph.  Today was less but still over 20 much of the day.


This week is a full-on fly fish for permit trip.  I’ve caught a few permit over the years.  Most recently this one from Grand Bahama in July.  But I’m not a dedicated permit guy.  However, part of the reason I jumped on this last-minute trip is because Wil is a hardcore permit angler and taken well over 100.  No doubt – this week I’m going to learn more about chasing permit on the fly.


I wish I could tell you we caught one today.  If you count the number of permit we saw, alone, in pairs and schools we saw about 30.  I can’t recall seeing so many in a day.  I was psyched.  Wil on the other hand said it was fair at best.  Furthermore, likely because of the extreme cold front, the at least ten good presentations I made were ignored.


The forecast gets better by the day as our week continues.  If we start seeing more than 30 a day and get more than ten chances in a day, we should stick one.  Tonight was dogs on the grill.  Not only was the weather Idaho-like, so was my usual Idaho fishing and camping food!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Belize Permit Club

Today was a challenging day of permit fishing.  It started with Wil Flack waking us up at 4 AM.  It rained all night and it was drizzling as we made coffee.  I was basically in a coma.  4 AM here is like 2 AM in Idaho and for the last ten days or so I’ve felt as though I was fighting a cold.  Naturally, because I’m on a fishing trip in Belize, it kicked in overnight and I awoke with the full-on crud with a sore throat, congestion and an aching body.


It takes death to keep me off the water so I drank the coffee and grabbed my Winston and rain gear and followed Wil down to his dock by headlamp.  Along with us was Taylor Brothers, a friend of Wil’s that is here to film Wil guide me into a permit to use to help promote his new lodge, Belize Permit Club, along with some Instagram live stuff for Yellow Dog Fly Fishing Adventures.


Wil, a Canadian, first came to Belize in 1999.  He fished out of San Pedro, Ambergris Cay and loved that trip so much he spent the next ten winters there enjoying the fishing.  In 2011 Wil bought the Tres Pescados Fly Shop in Ambergris and hasn’t looked back since.


Wil fished extensively throughout Belize over the years and fell in love with the waters in the south and developed a true passion for chasing permit.  In 2016 Wil began guiding and opened the Belize Permit Club.


I haven’t fished southern Belize in 25 years and this is my first time to Wil’s.  Today was a tough first round by not only feeling lousy from the crud but also having to endure some of the worst weather I’ve ever experienced in the tropics.  We suffered through cold (60°), 25-30 mph wind and rain – all which are a recipe for big waves.  We caught zero permit and had a torturous and somewhat hair-raising boat ride from the outer flats back to the Sittee River where the Belize Permit Club is located.


We just finished a great dinner.  I can hardly keep my eyes open and unfortunately sicker than when I woke up.  All I can say is 4 AM tomorrow is likely to come way to fast.  But it will come and I will fish for permit again!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Arrival in Belize

I made it to Belize today by the skin of my teeth.  I’m a Delta guy which means getting to Belize flies me through Atlanta.  It was snowing!  We were delayed more than an hour but that was because we needed to be deiced before takeoff and as you can imagine, that’s not normal for Atlanta.  We made it nonetheless.


I used to come to Belize frequently back in the late 1980’s and early 90’s.  I came on my own then began hosting trips through Belize River Lodge and Turneffe Flats Lodge.  I made more than a dozen trips.  The fishing is so good I’m surprised I ever stopped but curiosity to see the world took over.  But Belize will always be the travel sparkplug for me.  Here’s a monster snapper on the popper from 1991.


My last trip here was in 2012 with Granny.  We returned to Belize River Lodge and caught up with old friends and new guides.  It was a great trip and Granny landed her first tarpon over 100lbs.






This trip I’m on new turf.  The last-minute invitation came from fellow Yellow Dog Ambassador and friend Wil Flack.  Wil is the founder and owner of the Belize Permit Club.  We are way down south near Hopkins Belize.  The reason for the short notice plan is that Wil has a friend willing to do some filming for him that he can use in his advertising and etc.  I’m just the lucky guy that gets to fish!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Back to Belize

A week ago I was sitting at mom’s house in New Hampshire packing my things to return home for the first time since early November.  I was looking forward to a month in Victor, Idaho before show season starts.  Then my phone rang.  It was fellow Yellow Dog Ambassador and owner of Tres Pescados Fly Shop in Belize, Wil Flack, “Currier”, I need you in the bow of my skiff next week for a permit shoot.  I’ll split your airfare and once here it’s not gonna cost you anything.  Just be in Belize City on Friday”.


The call caught me completely off guard and I thought there was no way.  I need to work.  I need to update my presentations for the Fly Fishing Shows.  I have Cliff boxes to draw on for Christmas orders.  I have projects around the house.  Then Granny smacked me and said, “A free permit trip?  A chance to get out of freezing cold dark and dreary Idaho in December?  Are you out of your mind?”


What are good wives for?  I lit up my computer and bought my plane ticket.  After five straight 18 hour work days at home, I’m presently in route and will arrive in Belize City at noon tomorrow.  Let the games begin!


In the meantime my fish art products will ship as usual and there’s plenty of time before Christmas to please the angler in your family that has everything.  You can shop online and purchase my famous coffee mugs and beer steins.  And there are no better stocking stuffers then my new waterproof fish decals!


To get continuous updates on new products, news, travel and new species caught, “Like” my business page on Facebook, Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing.  My regular page no longer allows me to accept new friends.

I will be signing books and DVD’s, drawing, mingling and catching up with friends at the WorldCast Anglers Open House Christmas Party at the shop in Victor on December 21st from 5 PM till 8 PM – be there!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Vacation in New England

After our superb redfishing down in Louisiana, instead of going home Granny and I went to New England for two weeks to visit my family.  We based out of Moms house in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire.  The weather was incredible with sunshine and temperatures in the 40°s and 50°s for most of the trip.  I think the weather was better than when we visited last May.


Most of the fishing in the area is closed now including Lake Winnipesaukee.  I packed a 6-weight just in cast but for the most part I hiked with my nephew and nieces in my free time.  We had a blast and the kids helped keep me in shape while on vacation.  We climbed a couple of mountains and enjoyed the incredible lake views.  But hands down, our top experience was walking into a sizeable black bear and her two cubs.  Things could’ve gotten dicey but luckily, she and her cubs bolted the other direction.


Midway through the trip Granny and I rented a car and drove up the Maine coast for a couple days.  We had intentions of going far but traffic along the Route 1 was surprisingly busy for this time of year.  Perhaps it was the good weather.  We did some hikes but mostly ate too much seafood!


Our Maine highlight was a windless 55° day out of Rockland.  We stayed at the reasonable Rockland Harbor Hotel overlooking the ocean.  Out in the bay is a jetty where you can walk a mile out on to a picturesque lighthouse.  Normal late November weather doesn’t allow such a jaunt but we were literally sweating.  We saw loons, king eiders and a curious seal.


The last few days we spent back in Wolfeboro.  The Thanksgiving celebrations were long over so I worked, ran, hiked and actually canoed Lake Winnipesaukee.  It wasn’t exactly warm on the lake but to have such a magnificent large lake all to yourself made it more than worth it.


One of my work projects was drawing on Cliff Fly boxes.  Here is a striped bass and a false albacore.  Both of these are already sold but I can do more.  Contact me to place and order.  And of course, there’s still plenty of time till Christmas so you can order my fish coffee mugs, beer steins and decals online!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing for Redfish Beyond Belief!

Fly fishing for redfish here in Louisiana has a reputation for being superb.  This week however it’s been fair.  Indeed, the reds we’ve caught have been good quality but only four in our first two days.  But this is why you can’t judge a location on only two days fishing.  Today, day 3, was nothing less than remarkable!


Instead of heading down to Hopedale like we did earlier this week we fished from Venice with Capt. Cleve Evans.  When I first chatted with Cleve two weeks ago I requested a hunt for black drum and sheepshead.  Cleve was on board for the challenge however when we talked last night he mentioned he’d been seeing some extraordinary redfish the last few days.  Twist my arm.  Flexibility in the species you seek often leads to great success.  Redfishing it was.


It’s about an hour and a half from our hotel in New Orleans to Cleve in Venice.  We left at 5:30 AM and by the time we had breakfast, picked up lunch and gassed up the boat, we left Cleves dock at 8 AM.  There was little wind and the early morning sun already had heat to it.


The first spot we stopped didn’t indicate what we had in store for us.  The location was gorgeous and we saw some “floaters” (big redfish laying in obvious view near the surface).  But like our previous two days these fish showed no interest in the fly and seemed exceptionally spooky.


The next spot didn’t resemble anywhere I’d expect to fish for redfishCleve used his electric motor to guide us into narrow Roseau Cane bordered channel.  The water was deep and off color.  Cleve said when we reached the back corner there would be schools of mullet and a huge cagey redfish.


When we arrived at the back, no doubt there were mullet.  They were everywhere.  Cleve said watch for a mammoth red to float then cast.  Sure, enough the big red showed but for my untrained redfish spotting eyes, she was up and gone so fast I didn’t get a cast.  I couldn’t even tell which end was the head to cast to.


I was bummed with myself but Cleve the opposite, “Excellent. . . She’s here”, he whispered”





I knew that meant expect another chance.  This time I was ready.  She lifted to my sight and I could clearly see she was facing me.  I made a surprisingly perfect cast and she devoured the fly gills flared and everything.  I strip set hard and to my dismay the fly came right out of her mouth.  Thank god she charged it again.  This time I drove the hook home.


I must say, once hooked up was sort of a – “now what?”  I had a huge redfish cornered in the back of a weed infested channel full of fight with loose line everywhere because she had nowhere to run.  I’d have tested my SA Flouro to the max defending my fear she’d burry me in the weeds but Cleve had a better tactic.  Don’t put too much heat on and rather only enough to let the red slowly swim out of the channel.  Cleve spun the boat and we followed my fish almost letting her tow us.  It worked!


This redfish was massive.  Often extra-large fish don’t panic like smaller ones.  My theory is they’re so dominant that nothing screws with them.  Therefore, they can’t imagine they’re in danger.  They slowly cruise pulling hard – probably in their own mind believing they are winning – almost outsmarting you.


For once it was us we humans who did the outsmarting.  After a few minutes of “walking the dog” the jumbo redfish was out in the open marsh.  Then I put the red on the reel and cranked down my drag.  That woke her up but it was too late.  I used my Winston Jungle 9-weight to finish her off and Cleve made a fine scoop with the net.


This size of this redfish far surpassed my wildest expectations.  The 21lber the first day was a thrill but this fish blew my mind.  Cleve pulled out a big fish cradle I’ve seen used for big pike and musky.  We carefully placed the redfish in the bag where Cleve measured the girth and length.  Our redfish was 42” long with a beastly girth of 21”.  This red was over 30lbs!




There are times when a fish you catch shocks you so much you hardly remember it.  This was one of those fish.  The pictures are ok.  As usual they hardly do the size of the fish justice.  But I promise you, this redfish was a specimen!


It was all I could do to bend over the side of the boat while holding the 30lb plus slab without busting a rib.  Once in position I admired the beauty one more time.  Due to her gentle fight the red was still full of life and after a few more clicks of the camera she spun off leaving me soaking wet but with a mighty big smile!


Granny should’ve taken the bow after that but refused.  I’m not sure if she was scared of catching a 30lb redfish, the challenging narrow casting lanes of this part of the marsh or perhaps she simply knew I was in my glory, but she told me to enjoy.  She kicked back and drank a beer.


It was so warm now I switched to a short sleeve shirt and then it took a mere five more minutes to land the next redfish.  It was a drumming male of 12lbs.  He too was a handsome red but with the previous monster fresh in mind, this was very much a baby.


I was more than satisfied with our redfishing at this point and Cleve knew.  We both agreed – lets go for a black drum and sheepshead.  We went for a 30-minute boat ride then Cleve poled me through several lagoons he often sees black drum.  Naturally because we wanted one they were nowhere to be found.  It didn’t help either that the sun was taken from us by clouds.  It was extremely difficult to sight fish.  For the next two hours I hardly made a cast.


My fish species quest has sacrifices.  We left amazing big redfish water for black drum water and they weren’t around.  Only a few sun blocking clouds.  But eventually, even with the light poor light I saw something.  I wasn’t sure it was a fish but threw a cast (like you always should!) and landed another dandy.


We had time for one more spot.  Technically we were still hunting our black drum.  The sun was low and it was hard to see but at least the clouds weren’t blocking at this time.  We saw a swirl and some nervous water with a few scattering mullet.  Without hesitation I chucked the fly there.  One strip and I went tight with my fourth redfish of the day.  And although not 30lbs, it was another red of a lifetime!


I couldn’t help but study that last redfish hard.  They are so beautiful!  I released him and reeled it in.  Granny and I thanked Cleve for one hell of day.  All I can say is – wow!  Despite the fact that I’d caught redfish before this week, Louisiana has given both of us a whole new appreciation.  I fully agree with anyone that says redfish are one of the top game fish species of North America.


It’s good to take a fishing trip on a whim.  Yea, it cost us some money.  But sometimes you need to say screw it.  What am I waiting for?  It was terrific to meet new fishing guides that have quickly become friends.  And we’ll be back.  Louisiana redfish is a top fly fishing experience!


Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Not only can you order a painting or have me decorate a Cliff fly box, but check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler that has EVERYTHING- SHOP ONLINE!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

The Louisiana Redfish Flats

We returned to the Hopedale, Louisiana redfish flats again today.  This time we fished with Capt. Paul Lappin.  Paul picked us up at 6:30 AM and we drove the scenic route from New Orleans to the marina.  It took about an hour.  Instead of grabbing a sit-down breakfast like yesterday we grabbed one to go and got on the water quicker.


The boat ride to the flats was far warmer than yesterdays.  The sky was blue and the wind was light.  You couldn’t ask for a better day to chase redfish on the grassy flats.  We traveled for about 30 minutes while Paul told us entertaining stories.



Once at the first flat it didn’t take but a minute to spot a redfish.  There were two together and I dropped my fly.  The purplish/black Clouser-like fly sank inches from their face and I stripped.  I was confident thinking “Wow!  This should be a great start”.  But instead of eating my fly the spot tailed fish spooked and ran as if a bomb went off.




We kept seeing redfish but they continued to scare.  If they didn’t scare they wouldn’t eat.  I made a lot of good casts.  Paul had me change flies a couple times but it didn’t seem to matter.  Plain and simple, the redfish bite wasn’t on.


The extra weary redfish were extra weary no matter where we went.  And we saw some big ones too that we really wanted to catch.  Finally, Paul said our best option would be to move to some outer flats where the water would be clearer and colder.  It was about a 20-minute run.


Paul’s new flat was out in the middle of a huge bay.  There were shrimp boats working the area out deep and a rock jetty protruded out of nowhere.  There was some minor wind and the water was significantly clearer than earlier.  No doubt the environment was different and Paul went to work with the pole and Granny took the bow.


They found some reds quick and Granny fired a missile right to them.  She fished well yesterday and the skills carried into today.  I’d been on the bow for an hour with no success and she hooked up to the first fish she saw.


We had a good chance to hook more than one here.  The red Granny cast to was traveling with a friend.  I had a second Winston rigged and reached for it as quick as I could but by the time I was ready to cast the other had spooked off.  Soon Granny landed her second redfish in two days.


Paul’s new flat was good.  After Granny released her redfish I got up on the bow and caught the next one we saw and hooked and lost another.  The bummer however was the flat was small and we wore it out fast.


We tried at least three other outer flats but the fish on them acted exactly like the ones earlier in the morning.  Eventually we returned to the inner flats but nothing changed there.  We saw a ton of fish and they simply wouldn’t cooperate.


Strange how that one flat had hungry fish and the others didn’t but saltwater fly fishing can me far more complex than freshwater.  The fish are heavily influenced by the tides and right now the fish don’t like what the tides are dealing.  We fished until around 3:30 but today was another two-fish day.


We’re taking tomorrow off from fishing.  I’ll work from the hotel room while Granny carouses the town.  Friday we’re back on the water with yet another new guide, Capt. Cleve Evans.  Cleve is taking us somewhere other than Hopedale and I told him we’d like to poke around for some different species.  They have a lot of black drum and sheepshead here but they are harder to fool on the fly.


Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Not only can you order a painting or have me decorate a Cliff fly box, but check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler that has EVERYTHING- SHOP ONLINE!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing for Louisiana Redfish

Funny, all the crazy fish I’m knowledgeable about from around the world, yet there’s one of Americas greatest game fish I hardly know.  That’s the red drum, better known as the redfish.  This week Granny and I are in Louisiana to do a little brush up on this sharp looking species of the grassy flats.


I’ve caught redfish.  In the late 80’s when I fell in love with fly fishing the flats I spent time in the Florida Everglades and on the Texas flats.  I caught a lot of reds.  But since those days I’ve been running so internationally I’ve not chased reds in years (was in Florida February 2016 but cold front ended all redfish hopes).


Granny and had no cemented plans for November.  I hoped to get Granny to Farquhar in the Seychelles where I was lucky enough to host Yellow Dog trips in 2014 and 2016.  But our plans fell through only about two weeks ago.  Our heads were spinning on what to do.  One night over cocktail hour it hit me, lots go for redfish.  And not just ordinary redfish, let’s go for the big dogs.


The biggest redfish thrive on the flats an hour out of New Orleans.  This is the nutrient filled water where the Mississippi River meets the Gulf of Mexico.  Although this area has always been redfish, black drum and sheepshead heaven, it’s only been popularized for fly fishing in recent years.


I showed Granny a few Louisiana fish pics on the internet and in our minds, it was a done deal.  We quickly learned however that November is the top time for the massive redfish on fly and that every guide was booked.


Things weren’t looking good but by pure luck a company called Fly Water Expeditions got back with me with two available days.  We booked them then one of these guides hooked us up with another.  The end result was we found three available days – today with Capt. Matt Whitman.  Tomorrow with Capt. Paul Lappin and Friday with Capt. Cleve Evans.  We bought the plane tickets and arrived here Sunday night.


Matt Whitman picked us up at our hotel, Hotel Provincial, at 6 AM.  He was on time and welcomed us into his truck where he was quick to give the rundown for the day.  He’s friendly and it was fun towing a flats skiff through the narrow streets of New Orleans.  A half hour in we made a stop at the well-known Penny’s Cafe for breakfast and to pick up our lunches.


Another half hour and we were at the Hopedale Marina.  There’s not much going on in Hopedale these days other than crabbing, shrimp boats and fishing.  Before the massive Hurricane Katrina there was hotel and some places to eat but years later none of these businesses have rebuilt.  While Matt paid launch fees Granny and I rigged up the Winston’s.


The ideal rig for redfishing is a 9-weight with a floating line.  Scientific Anglers actually makes a specific “Redfish” line.  I didn’t have time to get one for this last-minute excursion but learned my Amplitude Grand Slam line was fine.  A 9-foot 20lb leader and a tarpon like streamer tops the rig off.


The boat ride from Hopedale to the flats took 30 minutes.  It’s a cold one in November even though temps were to reach the 70°s.  Granny and I always have our rain jackets as they are essential wind blocks when doing 40mph in a flats boat.  They keep you dry from wave splashes too.


When Matt cut the motor and climbed up on his poling platform I hopped up in Matts elaborate casting cage and made a long cast.  Then I stripped my line into a nice neat pile inside the boat console.  I still get goose bumps.  I’ll never get sick of getting poled on the flats no matter where I’m at.


It was calm and cool as we eased along.  The water color is brown and the bottom matches.  It’s not easy to see the redfish and takes a trained eye.  You look for muds and wakes, usually along the grassy edges.  We saw few muds right away but unfortunately, they were reds that already spooked from the boat.  45 minutes went by then we were in a tight channel and my first good shot came.


This redfish was cruising tight to the bank right towards us.  He was a respectable red around 10lbs.  Anywhere else this could be your redfish of the week!  I landed a decent cast and the fish spun and looked to eat my fly.  I strip set but didn’t come tight.  I kept stripping while the redfish followed.  He wouldn’t eat and he retreated to the deep and out of sight.


That was a start.  We continued on and it wasn’t long before the next redfish showed.  This one was mudding crazily, likely chasing mullet rather than spooking.  I tossed into the mud and let my fly sink.  I saw a flash of bronzy red color and stripped.  My fly popped from the mud into clear view and to our delight so did the redfish.  He was the biggest redfish I’d ever seen!  The hefty drum devoured my fly.  I set the hook and he took off.


Redfish don’t scream line off my Bauer like a big permit or a bonefish but they’re no slouch.  This big guy made a steaming run about 75 feet then surged sideways.  I crank my drag and trust my tippet more than most people.  I use the bend of my rod to absorb the power.  It makes normally tough fish give up quick.  This redfish fell to my trickery and in less than five minutes Matt tailed my first red of the trip.


The 21lb redfish is by far my biggest.  This was a thrilling start to our Louisiana adventure.  We clicked off a bunch of pictures.  Never assume that just because your first fish of the trip came easy that there will be more to come.  Enjoy to the fullest then release.


After, I kicked back on the Yeti seat and Granny climbed in the cage.  What a way to start I thought.  Now only if Granny could nail a beast of her own.  Strangely fishing didn’t continue like that.  We went the next two hours without seeing a one.


Fishing can be funny.  Particularly in the ocean.  Tides change as does the weather.  For some reason I’d proven to be lucky and now the redfish weren’t around anymore.  We ate lunch while Matt thought about a new spot.


Thinking out of the box and persistence often pays off in fishing.  Matts afternoon flats showed us some redfish.  While most were surprisingly uncooperative in eating, Granny managed to hook three and I a couple more.  Each of mine came off as did two of hers.  Luckily, one Granny hooked well.


Granny hooked her redfish in a precarious place.  He was feeding in a shallow corner and once hooked took off right under the boat for the main flats.  I ducked out of the way from her swinging rod tip then the line tangled around Matts push pole.  She kept focused on the battle despite the minor chaos and finally got her fish under control.  Soon my lady was posing with one of the prettiest fish you can imagine.




Granny’s redfish was a beautiful coppery silver in color.  You expect red but this sheen is common.  He was big and a true poser making it easy for Granny to hold him.  He didn’t have only the one tail spot like most redfish either.  He had three that we couldn’t help but admire.


For me guided flats fishing days always pass too fast.  Before we knew it the sun got low and spotting redfish went from hard to extremely hard to impossible.  We gave it up around 4 PM and headed back to Hopedale and on to our Hotel Provincial in New Orleans.


It was a terrific day with Matt.  Some would say, “but you only caught one redfish each”.  For us this is great.  Each of our reds were our biggest.  Plus, saltwater flats fishing is tough and today more so than usual.  Tomorrow we’ll take what we learned today and see if we can catch a few more.


Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Not only can you order a painting or have me decorate a Cliff fly box, but check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler that has EVERYTHING- SHOP ONLINE!



Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Artwork on the Dark Days of November

No better way to ponder about my Arctic char fishing at Inukshuk Lodge at Nunavik Quebec this past summer than to kick back during a few cold dark November days and break out the watercolors.

As much as I hate the fact that it doesn’t get light until nearly 8 AM and it gets dark at 5 PM, it’s a fun time to be creative and paint.

I’ve only painted three Arctic char in my life that I can remember.  Any of the char from brook trout to bull trout are challenging with watercolors because you can’t paint a light color over a dark.  What’s done is done once that paint is down.  I am very happy with how this fish of Ungava Bay came out.

Don’t forget Christmas is coming fast.  Not only can you order a painting or have me decorate a Cliff fly box, but check out my new fish decals.  There’s a chance for some free decals too!  And as always – my coffee mugs and beer steins are the ultimate gift for the angler that has EVERYTHING- SHOP ONLINE!


Next blog reporting from the redfish flats of Louisiana!

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing