Last night I was so cavalier, dare I say even a bit cocky. I falsely thought I was prepared to leave town tomorrow for seven days. Today is a much different story. I am crazed trying to get some last minute packing done, so I barely have a moment to spare, much less the brainpower to string two sentences together. Thank heavens faithful friends and readers were out fishing this weekend and sent me their pictures. Two saltwater adventures — both of which look like a hell of a good time. Enjoy.
Friends in North Carolina who go by the online handles of Natural Fly and Fat Tire were tearing it up off the coast of North Carolina last weekend. They ventured to a wreck just about 10 miles from the beach and met up with a whole mess of Amber Jacks. Although given these hysterical pictures I think it best to refer to these brawny fish by their ‘street’ name, Reef Donkeys. What do you think? I think I am dying to go fishing with these hotshot ne’er-do-wells.
Rumour has it their compadre Nacho Momma & crew were up in Virginia chasing cobia.
Meanwhile just off the coast of Alabama, one of my most serious flyfishing mentors — who is way too serious an angler to have an online handle — was meatfishing for his supper.
Although early reports from the skillet reveal that frying fish on the grill doesn’t get the grease quite hot enough. I don’t know, still looks pretty tasty…
These trips look just like the sort of good time that I should have been a part of — I mean, what the hell, boys? I have a blonde wig. I can work a skillet.
Okay, so only one of those statements is true. But we’ll talk more about that later. I just remembered one more thing I have to pack.