Granny and I did some beach hopping today. I even worked some rocky areas with hopes of some odd species or a snapper. But attempts were unsuccessful in all locations. Once again the surf was big and although I fought it, I could not find a fish. No complaints however. I’m in Baja with my lady. Its warm. Its sunny. And every time I make a cast into that Pacific blue ocean, I’m fishing – and anything can happen!
On another note, we lost one of the nicest, most genuine and coolest guys in our sport, Dave Whitlock. More than 30 years ago I first met Dave. I approached him to sign his book to me. It turned in to a 30 minute visit and I left with much more than an autograph. Over the years working fly fishing shows together we became friends. Dave was a mentor, an inspiration and someone I’ll always look up to. One of my fondest memories was when Dave and I were the key speakers for a Simms Ice Out Event in Montana. When we finished our regular work day, we spread out at a table and did artwork together while folks enjoyed. Thanks for all you brought to me and our sport Dave – RIP!
RIP Dave Whitlock. Always enjoyed his articles and art in various media. What an honor to have known him personally!