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Permit Win Again

My return to Belize has been great.  I enjoy spending time with friend Wil Flack and it’s been a pleasure meeting his friend Tayler Brothers.  Wil’s new Belize Permit Club is fantastic.  We’ve been eating well.  Enjoying refreshments at night.  The only downer is that the permit fishing has been arduous.


Wil Flack and I have been chasing permit and nothing else.  This little blue runner stole the fly from a permit on the third day but he’s been the only fish in the boat.  With the exception of yesterday, conditions overall have been the toughest I’ve ever experienced on the flats thanks to cloud cover, 50° temps and steady 25 mph winds.  Toss in how sick I was the first three days and yikes!


There’s been no backing down.  Wil has poled the flats ten hours a day through the wind and I’ve bounced and balanced from the bow.  Neither of us has let our guard down for even a minute.  It’s a crushing shame I’ve had four permit on and lost them all.  It’s very unusual for me to be beaten so badly by a fish but welcome to permit.


Tayler Brothers Photo

We made a long run north to new flats today.  Wil wanted to fish here all week but the wind didn’t allow for it.  This morning was dead calm.  You might think of this as an advantage but unfortunately permit gain the edge yet again.  In saltwater fly fishing its windy most of the time.  When it’s calm, flats fish, especially permit become wearier than ever.


Tayler Brothers Photo

Honestly, regardless of our new disadvantage, I welcomed the calm day.  My ears have been ringing from the gales of December all week.  And when you looked across the flats it was stunningly beautiful.  Best of all we could also see a few permit swimming from a mile away.


Tayler Brothers Photo

The permit were spread out in groups of two.  The closest two were whirling with their fins and backs out of the water.  Their dorsal fins weren’t straight up like when feeding and their tails didn’t tip.  Like yesterday they looked tired and full.  Nonetheless, we snuck up on them and I got a two good cast to them but there was no interest at all.


Tayler Brothers Photo

The lack of interest from the permit continued through the dead calm hours.  We saw quite a few but they either spooked quick as expected or they ignored the fly.  At lunch time we received a gift from the fish gods, light wind – perfect flats fishing conditions.


We pretty much stopped eating when the breeze started.  Not only did we want to capitalize but we also saw a line of clouds on the way.  As we hoped we found more permit.  Most weren’t impressed with our flies but there was one.  I got one more chance.  A decent sized permit followed and then surged for the fly and pinned it on bottom.  I strip set hard, felt a tick but he wasn’t on.  No doubt he felt me though because he spooked off like he knew.


Why not one last heart breaker?  Its permit fishing.  Soon after, the wall of clouds moved in and the dead calm returned.  In a sick way it was beautiful.  But our permit fishing trip was over.




We returned to the Belize Permit Club before dark for the first time in a few days.  We popped some Belikins and I broke out the sharpies and drew on Wils beer fridge.  It’s a permit about to eat Wil and me – par for the course!


After a few beers Wil and his gal took us out to their favorite bar and restaurant, Loggerhead.  I had my first ever hamburger that was stuffed with macaroni.  It may not sound good, but with a few more Belikins it was delicious.


Getting your butt kicked fishing builds character.  I don’t like it but I’ll live.  Tomorrow it’s the long flight home and I’m happy to say I’ll be home until January 4th when I leave for the Denver Fly Fishing Show.


Merry Christmas everybody and thanks for reading the blog!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Broken By Permit


Matt McCormick photo

Wil Flack, Tayler Brothers and I had high hopes heading for the permit flats of Southern Belize at twilight this morning.  We hooked three yesterday in harsh conditions.  Today conditions were excellent.  This was our warmest morning, the clouds were gone, and the wind blew at a 10-15 mph – a mere breeze for this week.  But despite everything being textbook, no matter how you look at it, we’re still fly fishing for permit.


Tayler Brothers Photo

The first thing to go wrong happened about 3 ½ minutes into our day.  It was no more than 6 am.  The sun was a half hour from rising.  Wil cut the engine to his tricked out fly fishing panga and began easing us onto the first flat.  The only way to spot a fish at this time is to see a protruding tail.


Tayler Brothers Photo

I was dillydallying.  A sip of coffee.  A stretch.  A slow reach for my Winston.  I was utterly unready when Wil shouted, “Cast!”


I ripped line off my Bauer Reel and spotted several glistening permit tails.  Somehow my short cast was on the money and the nearest permit devoured the fly when it hit the water.  I strip set and hooked him but perhaps I lifted my rod too soon.  A second later the permit was off and he zipped across the flat taking every other tailing permit with him.  A heap of hungry permit gone to start the day.  Dreadful.


This immediate hook up was like catching a monster trout at the boat launch in Idaho as you begin a long 12-hour float.  It’s a jinx.  A way to be sure the rest of your day stinks.  And this is exactly what happened.


Jim Klug Photo

Perhaps it was the start of the falling tide but after our first cast at 6 am we didn’t get another cast until 11 am.  This is when we found a big permit slowly swimming (more like drifting) across a flat.  It was as if he was sunning himself while sleeping.  We got several good cast and put the fly in his face with absolutely no reaction.


We cast to several fish like this into early afternoon.  It wasn’t till late that we started seeing more permit and several schools.  We got some follows but no aggression towards the fly whatsoever.  We simply had schools of sleepy permit.  I think we were the only creature hungry.


4 pm arrived and our fifth day in a row without catching a permit came to an end.  Unreal.  Today was one of my toughest days of fishing of 2017. I’d have bet the world that today we’d land two permit and instead we could hardly get any to follow the fly.


All you can do is take a deep breath and laugh.  Shooting yourself definitely won’t help.  At least we finally enjoyed some great weather.  I’ll wish for such a day next week when I’m freezing in my house getting ready for show season.  Tomorrow is our last day.


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

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

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

Flyfishing for Permit at East End Lodge Grand Bahama


Jim Klug photo

East End Lodge is a beautiful place on the far eastern corner of Grand Bahama.  This is the more secluded part of the island a good hour from the bustling city of Freeport.  Wil’s and my comfortable room was a mere 100-feet from the dock where we boarded our flats skiffs this morning.



Jim Klug photo

Today was our last day of the Yellow Dog Flyfishing Ambassadors Summit and all four of us Ambassadors (Jako Lucas, myself, Wil Flack and Oliver White) had separate boats with our own photographer.  Once again my boat mate was Jim Klug.





Our guide was Walter and I’m sure at first Walter rolled his eyes as we boarded his skiff.  Klug entered the boat with about 400lbs of camera gear.  While doing so he shot me and Walter a glance and said, “Let’s go get a permit boys.  I need some permit pictures.”


If you read this blog than you know the permit has been no less than cruel to me.  Most recently in St Brandon’s Atoll where I got my butt handed to me by the yellow Indo permit while my less experienced buddies each caught one.  I love the fact that they succeeded but the fact that I couldn’t get it done was far beyond annoying.  Klug was full of vinegar I wasn’t so sure.


Jim Klug photo

While we looked for permit everything else was fair game.  At the very first flat we stopped at Walter thought he saw a school of permit.  I knew it was too good to be true, especially when one of these so called permit devoured my fly.  It turns out it was a hard pulling horse-eye jack.  We have no photo because I lifted him from the water by the leader in a quick effort to save him from a lemon shark.  My 16lb tippet (perfect for a crab fly for permit) snapped.  Luckily the horse-eye hit the water running and escaped the shark.


Jim Klug photo

We continued our permit quest only to find a huge school of bonefish.  What the heck we thought.  Let’s catch a few.  Klug launched his drone to photograph the pursuit from above.  There have been lots of sharks all week and this school was huddled tight together because there were a handful of lemons around.  Twenty minutes of casts directly into the school and we couldn’t hook a single one.  I guess being scared to death hurts ones appetite.


Jim Klug photo

Finally a permit chance came.  I learned quickly that Walter was the permit guide for me.  He was calm and the first thing he told me was to relax.  He said wait for a 60 foot cast.  I can cast much further than this but my accuracy is better at 60 feet than at 80 and it’s easier to watch the permits reaction from the closer distance.


Jim Klug photo

Walters approach made good sense.  What Walter and Klug didn’t know however, was that in my hands was my new 7-weight Boron III X that has been lucky all week.  A 7-weight is considered way too light for permit.  Normally I’d have my 9-weight Winston in hand.  But I felt for me that more than the best rod, reel and line set up, I needed luck.  I kept the secret to myself.  Made a good cast.  Got a look from the permit but then he took off.


Most good permit anglers try to land their crab fly a few inches in front of a permit.  The idea is that the permit has little time to think beyond – “There’s a crab and it’s getting away” – and they eat it.  I agree with this technique but like any angler, don’t always make that perfect cast.  I got two more opportunities but felt that I could’ve made a better cast.  It was time for a Kalik beer.



Gerhard Laubscher photo

Permit number four was with a school of about six.  I haven’t cast to a “school” of permit in years.  It always seems to be extra spooky individuals.  Sure enough as we approached the school moved away at a rapid pace.  Walter poled after them the best he could but getting a cast looked grim.  But then one fish stopped, turned and came straight for the bow of the boat.  I thought he sensed us and was coming in for a confirmation to alert all permit in the area.  But he stopped again and ate something off the bottom.


Cooler than I normally am around permit, I launched the cast that Walter, Klug and myself were waiting for.  My crab splat less than a foot in front of the permit.  Like often happens, the permit spooked but only ran about 15 feet then turned and came back.  I gave my crab a four inch twitch then stopped.  POW!  This permit dipped and lunged and ate my crab.  I stripped gently to make sure he had it and went tight then strip set and all hell broke loose!


Jim Klug photo

As my backing crackled through the guides of my Winston and the handle of my smooth sailing Bauer Reel spun at a blurring pace, Walter yelled with excitement, “What rod is that?”


7-weight!” I hollered back, “Don’t worry guys, I got this!”


Though we had to chase this beautiful permit, in less than 15 minutes I was out of the boat and tailing the fish of the week.  There has perhaps been no better time for me to execute catching a permit.  I’ve always wanted to catch a permit in the Bahamas.  And I had Jim Klug there to photograph us!



Jim Klug photo

Klug doesn’t mess around.  The second I hooked this permit he rang the other boats in order to have all camera crew there for the catch.  This lovely permit will likely be one of the most photographed in history.  Finally, after looking him eye to eye and head to tail, I let the permit swim away.  Spectacular!


Jim Klug photo

I didn’t catch another permit nor did anyone else.  That’s pretty normal – one and done when it comes to permit.  In fact I knew another was out of the question so Walter, Klug and I hunted specifically for barracuda and shark with my 9-weight and a popper attached to wire.  Cudas are hard to catch these days.  They wise up to anything humans toss at them and keep their mouths shut.  But not this cuda.  Yet another great fish on the last day!



Jim Klug photo

Leaving Idaho five days ago in the middle of a beautiful summer as our rivers were beginning to take shape for the Yellow Dog Flyfishing Ambassadors Summit seemed like an awful idea.  But H2O Bonefishing and East End Lodge proved it wasn’t.  My fishing these last four days here at Grand Bahama has far exceeded my expectations.  So much that I’ll be back sooner than later!


Next in line should be less than 40 hours away when I take Granny for an evening on the Rizzo River.  Stay tuned!


A special thanks to Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures, H2O Bonefishing and East End Lodge for making this incredible flats fishing trip possible!

Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Never Underrate Florida Keys Bonefish

blog-Nov-2-2015-1-simms-photo-shootA common occurrence on any photo shoot is that on the last day you scramble to get pics you haven’t gotten yet.  The shorter the length of the shoot the longer the last day photo list is.  I’m in the Florida Keys on a two day shoot with Simms modeling new product.  Simms has some very cool stuff to release in the next few months especially in the world of footwear.  But as expected, the first half of today was modeling rather than fishing.


blog-Nov-2-2015-2-tarpon-fishingI knew what I was getting into beforehand.  I came down excited to see and try the new Simms products, enjoy the company of friends I haven’t seen in a while, the 80° heat and of course I crossed my fingers for a few hours of good flats fishing.  This afternoon the few hours of good fishing came to fruition.


For starters, Capt. Bruce found us tarpon.  But the few we saw were hugging bottom on a deep flat, very hard to see and had that “I’m not so hungry” attitudes convincing us to move on after less than an hour.


blog-Nov-2-2015-3-flyfishing-the-flatsNext we hit a favorite permit flat during the perfect incoming tide.  I took off wading and in the first fifteen minutes I saw seven and got one excellent shot.  The chance came as close as you can get to hook up.  Due to the circumstance of light wind and a heavy crab fly that could easily spook a permit on its splash, I led this fish about ten feet.  The big black-eyed fish saw my concoction sink and surged for it.  The permit tipped and tailed over my fly sending my heart to a flutter, but rather than pick it up, he stared for what seemed like an endless amount of time.  I felt the need to twitch my fly and unfortunately it sent the round fish fleeing.


blog-Nov-2-2015-4-flyfishing-permitThe other six permit I saw consisted of a two pack that disappeared before getting in range to cast and a three pack that were spooked before I had any chance.  And last a monster permit that was speeding as though spooked but I got my crab in front of him anyhow but he continued on by without a look.


We ended the day on a beautiful sand flat we could’ve waded it with bare feet.  Instead we did one last photo shoot of some new saltwater wading boots that will be ready for spring.  They’re awesome boots that will replace the OceanTeks.  While I was posing Bruce stayed back at the skiff and along came some bonefish and he nailed one.  That was it.  Brian and Connor hurried up the last few photos and turned me loose.


blog-Nov-2-2015-5-bonefishOver the next two hours we all walked the flat.  It stretched a long way and four of us fished with plenty of elbow room while Brian trailed along with the camera.  The clouds faded in and out.  The wind was light and the tide rushed on to the flat.  I saw several bonnethead sharks and some barracudas before my first bonefish.  He was a hefty one and with a passing cloud hindering my visibility he nearly got too close to me before I saw him.  But I lucked out and landed my fly four feet from him and up-current.  I got tight and like swinging a fly for a salmon my fly passed in front of him.  One strip and he was on and on went the classic bonefish fight with a deep run into the backing, followed by another to the backing then a short one before I corralled him.


blog-Nov-2-2015-6-key-west-bonefishingI picked up one more smaller bonefish for a total of five amongst the four of us.  This was the best bonefishing I’ve ever had in the Keys and the first time I’ve waded for them in Florida.  We ended the day with one last pole across a tarpon flat followed by a final shoot speeding along in Bruce’s skiff with the new Vapor jackets.  It’s been a very action packed wonderful two days here in the Keys. I reckon I’ll be sleeping on the flights home tomorrow!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing

Fly Fishing for Permit in Oman – Day 3

blog-April-17-2015-1-camping-on-the-beach-omanGranny and I had a clammy night of sleep our first night camping on the beach in Oman.  We were on cots under the stars in our jungle (lightweight) sleeping bags.  At about 1 AM I noticed we were getting covered in dew.  By sunrise it was so thick we both were drenched from head to toe and it took some time to dry out our bags before fishing.


blog-April-17-2015-2-lizard-in-omanKilling the time wasn’t bad.  I made some instant coffee and we sat in the camp chairs and watched the sunrise over the Arabian Sea of the Indian Ocean.  There were some cool little lizards moving around with a scorpion imitating tail and flock of mischievous goats.


blog-April-17-2015-3-ray-montoya-and-peter-coetzeeSoon Ray and Peter woke up.  Ray suggested a permit beach for us to investigate an hour drive away and drew me a map in the sand.  He and Peter headed elsewhere.  We said our goodbyes as we will not see them again until our trip is over and we return to Muscat in ten days.


blog-April-17-2015-4-flyfishing-in-omanGranny and I arrived at Rays suggested beach around 8:30 AM.  The lengthy beach is about four miles long and no less than spectacular.  To get here we cut off the main road and took a ten mile washboard dirt track across the desert.  We came to a cliff overlooking this incredible place.  To drive down the cliff was a steep switch back road that dead ends at the beach.


blog-April-17-2015-5-local-fishermen-in-omanThere are about fifty pangas up on the beach where we arrived and a few fisherman working.  I think they fish at night so most the guys were sleeping in the shade.  We parked and walked down to where a gentle surf was breaking on the beach.  It was high tide.  Naturally I didn’t walk down unarmed.  I made a few casts.


We stood out like a sore thumb and a few of the resting locals sat up to watch.  It didn’t matter how tired they were.  We Americans were probably the most interesting creatures to show up on this beach in years.  In seconds one of them came to us.


blog-April-17-2015-6-jeff-currier-permit-fishing-in-omanThe language here is Arabic.  There’s a huge Indian and Bangladesh influence so there’s a lot of Hindu as well.  As for English, not much at all as we’re quickly learning.  Our visitor soon learned we couldn’t exactly have a chat but was delighted that he could have his picture taken with me.  I guess for him it was like seeing a grizzly bear in Yellowstone!


blog-April-17-2015-7-beach-driving-in-omanThe truth is, I was working up the courage to drive our rental Toyota RAV4 on the beach.  Ray recommended we drive to the far end and search the surf for permit.  His details were wait for the tide to drop some.  Then plow through the soft part of the beach and get below the high tide mark on the beach.  This sand was hard and easy to drive on here.  Then drive nearly three miles at high speed so we don’t get stuck and park between a pair of sand dunes.  I was ****** bricks but before Granny talked me out of it I took off!


blog-April-17-2015-8-granny-currier-camping-in-omanWe nearly got stuck about five times and took on three waves on our drive.  We definitely should have let the tide drop some more.  But we made it.  And the sand dune parking spot Ray recommended was stunning.  The problem however was in order to get the car to safe ground we had to plunge through the soft sand again like we did to get on the beach.  What if we got stuck all the way out here?  Once again we went for it.  Once again we made it.


blog-April-17-2015-9-flyfishing-in-omanWhat a place.  Granny and I got out and took a deep breath, looked around and couldn’t believe we were on a backcountry beach in Oman.  We were starving so Granny whipped up a breakfast while I rigged my 9-weight for permit and placed it ready to cast in a chair in front of camp.  Paradise!


blog-April-17-2015-10-ghost-crabs-in-omanBreakfast was great as is all Granny’s cooking.  Once stuffed to the gills it was time to head down the beach to look for permit.  These are Indo Pacific permit, similar but different from our Atlantics and this beach style fishing for them is far different than flats fishing for them back home.  Here the permit ride in the breaking waves hunting for crabs then ride the wave back out.  And there are a ton of crabs in the waves.


blog-April-17-2015-11-granny-currier-fishing-for-permit-in-omanThe way Ray and Peter described the permit riding the waves they should have been easy to see.  But Granny and I walked and walked and walked and saw zero permit and tons of crabs.  At 1 PM with the sun overhead and visibility excellent, I changed my tactic.  I looked for actual permit swimming normal where the sand of the beach dropped off.  We went a long time again but then I saw one.


blog-April-17-2015-12-jeff-currier-permit-fishing-in-omanMy eyes were throbbing from straining them so terribly.  This permit was so hard to see I questioned myself several times.  But it was legit and I launched my first cast.  My crab landed a foot in front of the yellow colored permit and he lunged forward as if to eat it.  Then my inexperience in the surf got me.  At the exact time, my fly line got smacked by a surf wave and the fly got jerked five feet away from the permit.  He looked puzzled then realized something wasn’t right and bolted for the deep.


blog-April-17-2015-13-dead-whale-on-beachGranny and I saw a mere four permit today.  As difficult as they were to see I’m sure I missed some others.  But we had no luck.  At 4 PM our visibility diminished so we decided to investigate an awful smell we picked up each time we walked through a certain spot.  The stink was a half-buried dead whale – wow!


blog-April-17-2015-14-ghost-crabs-in-omanBetween the sand dunes is so magnificent we’ve decided to camp here with the ghost crabs and look for permit again tomorrow.  We just hope the tide stops where we see the high tide mark from earlier.  The Toyota is as far up on the beach as we can get it without getting stuck.  If high tide is higher than normal we’re screwed.  I’m definitely a bit nervous about it.


blog-April-17-2015-15-jeff-&-granny-currier-in-omanWe watched the sunset and prepared dinner.  We intend on eating fish for dinner most of this trip but for skunk days like today we have a few more of the freeze dried meals and the old standby, pasta.  Tonight it was pasta.  I can’t describe to you how bad I wanted a cold beer or a bottle of red wine for this scenario.  But no, we sipped mini cokes.


blog-April-17-2015-16-granny-currier-camping-in-omanThis beach, which Granny and I have named dead whale beach, is facing north.  There’s no moon so the stars are gleaming.  Right now the Big Dipper is directly overhead and I’m looking at the North Star and wishing for an Indo Pacific permit tomorrow.  Meanwhile Granny is watching the high tide roll in and getting a bit nervous.  I think we’re good though!


Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing