On a scale of 1-10 (10 being best) the way I felt at bedtime last night was about a 2.5. When we got up at 4 AM to get back on the Waterman to try and catch a marlin on the fly this morning, I’d jumped to a 4 and I was going. But at 4:15 AM Capt. Mike Standing called and canceled the trip due to Tropical Storm Julia. Back to bed we went. Was it the banana boat?
My nickname “Monsoon Currier” reared its ugly head and my marlin on a fly curse goes on. I laugh about both at this point in my life but it is amazing. Me and the Mossy Creek Fly Fishing Trow brothers are resting today but tomorrow we’ll float down the James River in search of the biggest smallmouth bass of my life and perhaps my first longnose gar on the fly.
Bad weather and bad luck will never win over me in my fly fishing travels!