I took this photo on a fall morning in the early nineties. I remember this fall morning well, there wasn’t much happening on the beach that morning. Me and Bob took a nice drive up the beach at Island Beach State Park looking for birds. Bob had one of his newly designed Bigfly Fiber Fleyes in blue and white sitting on the dash, it had to be 15 or 16 inches long. It was to represent a big mullet. It looked like an astro pop on steroids. I asked him, “how the hell do you cast that thing”. He stopped the van, tied it onto a 10 weight rod and threw that thing a country mile, (about eighty feet) into the wind, it floated and dropped softly into foam. The flies bulk shed water beautifully, when he lifted off on the next cast and false casted it, before launching it again. We all know how great and legendary Bob is as a innovative saltwater fly tier, but this was a “holy shit” moment that opened my eyes to how skilled of a fly caster Bob really was. It also made me realize how fly fishing could compete in some instances with conventional gear and especially big plugs in the surf…
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salty & sweet pic of the day…
the warren buffet of striped bass fisherman…
salty and sweet…

My buddy, James Dwyer landed a fine sight-caught corbina on Saturday morning, off a 2 foot incoming minus low. Photo courtesy of James Dwyer.
sisters on the fly…
Just got an email from Bonnie Anderson of Casting for Recovery. This is a great opportunity to win a fun 1957 Zieman ham trailer and help out some fly sisters go on much needed fly fishing retreat. Casting for Recovery is a great organization that we supported on one of our One Surf Fly events a few seasons ago. Just sharing the love!
seeing is believing…
one of the greatest underwater photographers I have discovered over the past few years is marc motocchio from south africa. i love this guys stuff, there i said it! his images tell a story, are very compelling, risking and edgy. check out this article about marc, it paints a good picture of his creative genius….click here!
a special morning…
I am currently up at Lake Arrowhead on a mini vacation with the family. My mission was to get my little girl, Quinn her first fish. So after breakfast we got rigged up and went out together. The pressure was on! Armed with a small 6 foot rod, a pink disco spinning reel that lights up when you wind it and some night crawlers, we ventured out on the end of the pier. I had never fished here before and decided to drop shot a nightcrawler. On Quinn’s second cast, the tip of the rod began to bounce, daddy helped her set the hook and she reeled in a fat nine inch bluegill. We gave it a kiss and released it to fight another day. Whew, the pressure was off ddady. I showed her how to move around, drop down on the different points off the pier and in between dock slips to find other fish. She surprised me and loved playing with the worms, a girl after my own heart. So after one hour, we ended up landing two bluegills, one crappy and one bass and then it was off to the pool…cool stuff! You know dads going back early tomorrow morning…grin
a slice of humble pie…
well all I can say is even though we are seeing lots of fish, they seem to be spread out and seem to have lock jaw. the beaches have lost most of their structure. it’s like rolling a pair of dice on a flat pool table. I did have my fair share of opportunities this morning but only had two fish bubble up and turn on my fly as to say we are on to you Qman. We know your game and we ain’t going for it. I threw at many singles and had the opportunity of pulling through a few small groups with no love today. My buddy Jim got a hold of one fish that was chin hooked on a pink merkin this morning. I was really happy to finally see a bent fly rod. there were a total of six anglers fishing this morning and I think we all had similar results, that is what keeps us coming back, you don’t always catch em, they can be humbling, challenging, aggravating, comical, etc. For me it is the adrenaline and chase that keeps me focused, I am always trying to make a better cast, timed swing or perfect strip. That’s why it’s called fly fishing an not catching… there’s always another day and another tide.













