something creepy for halloween…
Check out this product my buddy Tony Hu just turned me on to. He lives in Boston. Click here for the Zombait website! Watch the video, and click on how it works tab, it is an interesting concept. Dead bait that become alive like zombies!!! Let me know what you guys think?
whale of a show…
Despite warm waters our local inshore fly fishing has been pretty damn good for local species like calicos, juvenile white seabass, barracuda and bonita. Me and my buddy, John Whitaker ran out of Redondo Harbor, Saturday o’dark thirty to get in a little local action in before the start of our weekend. John had pre-fished the day before so we kind of knew we were in for some quality calico fishing and lucky for us, history repeated itself. We charted 72 degree water temps just outside the harbor and as soon as we swung around the corner towards PV the water dropped to 69 degrees. We got to our destination as we slowly tried to avoid all the lobster traps that littered the surface like land mines in the dark. Our first casts we immediately greeting with bent rods. The fishing was steady with all quality bass to 18 inches until the lights came on, then it slowed down, probably due to the slack high tide. You need current and moving water to keep the bass on the chew. Got a few small white sea bass mixed in on the fly before we quit and headed back home towards the whaling grounds. John said there were some humpbacks and finbacks working bait inshore and if we found them the bonita would be on em like white on rice and he was right. We doubled up when we got close to the whales, sea lions and dolphin working bait less than a mile off Torrance beach. It was like the Discovery Channel, I was trying to shoot photos while trying to land bonita, finally I had to put the rod down and shoot a few pics of these magnificent creatures… a great, memorable day fishing the fly in October. We were back at the dock having a cup of coffee at 10 am! Welcome to California in October…
more local wahoo…
belly basket redux…
In my opinion, the belly basket is one of my favorite stripping baskets once these two additional steps are taken.

The Belly Bucket by Sea Level Flyfishing is one of my favorite stripping baskets because it is light and deeper than most which keeps my line in the basket on a windy day. With a few minor alterations it is nearly perfect. Photo by Al Q.

The first alteration is to round out the corners of the rod holder foam. The original pointed edges will grab the line coming out of your basket. Rounding these corners allow for less friction and catching point, experiment with the amount of diameter in the curve. Photo by Al Q.

I like to add fingers of heavy trimming line to hold my line like a hand holding a loose coil of string. I am not a fan of those rounded foam cones, they don’t work well when you have to walk and your line moves around in the basket. Adding these fingers will make a big difference in eliminating tangles coming out of your basket. I use around seven trimmer lines, but add more if you feel necessary. Photo by Al Q.

The flattened end will be on the bottom of the basket after you feed the top part through the hole. Photo by Al Q
new L16 light technology to consider…

THE L16 PROMISES GREAT OPTICAL ZOOM, HIGH RESOLUTION, TERRIFIC LOW-LIGHT CAPABILITIES, AND SUBSTANTIAL DEPTH-OF-FIELD CONTROLS.
The new Light pocket camera, about the size of a iPhone will sport 16 lens and make carrying a DSLR bucky camera almost obsolete. I see this as a game changer for flyfishing trips having such a small pocket camera with great functionality and resolution to 52 megapixels, holy crap! Product info!
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It’s hot off the press…
pic of the day…
This is our buddy, Glenn’s explanation as only he can tell the story: A fish of a lifetime!
Nice casual start this morning, long way around the island, picture taking, cloudy and windy though, oh-oh, find the beach access, waist deep to start but slated to fall, wind-drizzle-wind-sun-wind, clean bottom except for weedy clumps, so no fish to be seen, got to find conditions, knees go dry, find the shallows and the hunt begins, almost step on big one, huge sand cloud, the search goes on, it’s 1:25 pm, low tide in two hours, eyes burning, scanning in glare, grey-tan mud plume, thirty feet away, barely discernible, silver baseball glove-sized tail, roll cast to load rod, lead fish by eight feet, let medium bead chain eyes do their thing, mud cloud drifts aft, but huge green submarine creeps ahead, closing in on where I think fly is, 5 feet, 4 feet, 3 feet-slow strip, line goes extremely tight, fish rockets away pulling line through strip set, in a few seconds, 50 yards-100 yards- 150 yards-200 yards, fortunately no hazards to be concerned with, deep backing seeing water for first time ever, fish turns, heavy tail beats, second run only a half as far, third run, fourth run, seemingly no quit, fish finally circling but tail still thumping side to side, get first good look, pulse quickens, hands start shaking, dilemma… how to land this beast solo, NRX bent into cork, no pressure left to apply, five minutes pass by, decide to not apply rod pressure down back of fish for fear of popping hook, decide do or die time is here, gently hold leader with left hand while simultaneously placing cork grip under right pit, begin scary slow hand over hand, pulling fish ever closer, alert to release if it bolts, finally within arms reach, left hand stab at fish, hand barely fits around tail, shaking in disbelief, shaking with gratitude, shaking because I’m staring at a bonefish of a lifetime, boga says ten pounds and four ounces, goal achieved, still can’ t believe it, so grateful…..






















