Feeling Lucky? Excerpt from Eat, Sleep, Fish (Online Magazine)

This is what it’s all about. There you stand, wading boots creeping to the water. That big, murky pool is plunging right in front of you, and you are certain there is a fat (and phat) fish hiding under that log. You have the right fly. You have the perfect angle. The sky is overcast. All you need is your lucky ______.

When it comes to superstitions, I’d like say we all have them, but I’m guessing that isn’t completely true….

Read the rest HERE in the latest issue of Eat, Sleep Fish Online Magazine

key ingredient to a fishy day

Heading out to the eastern shore as we speak. I’m hoping for big things.

It is already a joy just to be sitting in the car waiting to drive across the bridge. It just goes to show, I love the “going” part of going fishing. It has its own place in the list of things I enjoy about fishing.

They key difference between today and the last few outings? I’ve replenished the stores of my fishy snacks. Here’s to tight lines and split fingers.

Goodbye November

Since the big trip to Harker’s Island, I had only made it out fishing once. I’ve started to set my sites on the striped bass, and with that in mind, I’ve been searching for potential habitat. Here in Norfolk, the tasty water tends to be out of reach when wading. I’ve been told I’ll be settling for smaller fish if I insist on wade fishing with the fly rod. I have to say, so far, I’m fine with that.

Here are some photos from a recent walk (no fish caught) along with some other shots. It was a gorgeous night exploring Willoughby Spit near the base of the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel.

My buddy Kevin and I went down to Harker’s again on Monday. It was a last minute decision. No big fish, but it was a wonderful day.  So very relaxing.

Next up, I think I’m looking at some night fishing. Apparently the stripers like water with lights. They ambush schools of bait fish drawn to the lights.

Kevin with a world record flounder on a fly rod. Wow.

Zeeba. Our big dude with a fluffy belly.
He’s not watching anything in particular, just spacing out mid bath.