The answer to that is yes. Sometimes 4 in a row in fact. Don't worry kids, I'll be fine. Joel teaches us that "only the good die young", so obviously I'm in the clear. The blog project has a long way to go before the bell tolls Kevin. So what does one do on the mother ship when they can't go fishing? Lets find out together...
The first thing to attend to is pour over the pics from last week and be sure to include anyone who was left out. Pictured in this spread are Noel from Nectars, the Rowdy, and the author. Sight casting and open water fishing have both been reliable options in recent days/weeks. Nice work guys...
Soon its down to brass tacks. Tie flies and rig gear; there is a tournament coming up you know Mister. Sorry, tips and tackle or whatever shit you call this has never been the part of writing fishing reports that I've really excelled at. The lures are organized and the flies are akin to decivers...is that good?
Next you make it down to the postie and get up with the new Fishing the Vineyard stickers (coming soon to a stop sign near you). Everybody can have one, gratis. The only rule is you gotta come see us out on the Cayo and grab it in person. Looks like it was ripped from the poster to a horror movie or something; I'm really happy about it.
Trolling the internet for the ultimate in fishing content passes great chunks of idle time. This is that dude you always see at East Beach in the derby reeling in huge sharks over white sand down in the sunshine state. Truly the period of human history in which we live is quite wondrous.
Finally once you're on the mend you have the freaks over to the leg porch for cocktail hour in dress attire.
But wait, you've been back for a couple of days right? Where are the pictures of the recent days anglers, fondling the brown clown? It's funny ya know, I don't have any of those. A litany of excuses/cliches regarding wind and tide, time and place and the inherent difficulties of the sightcast experiment would be a logical way to wrap this up, but I'll skip it. Sometimes the cards fall kinda funny and you don't catch anything. No ones fault really, a couple of wrong turns on my end, a couple of flubbed casts on theirs is really all it takes. Eventually though, infirmary time and a couple of slow guide loops combined and it's been six days since you touched one of the fuckin' things. Then what? Back out after work and pole yourself up on one, breathing life back into the mojo I hope. Give it a little peck on the gill plate and set it free. Use obscure orange diablo for style points.
"Don't want to be a painter, 'cause everyone comes to look"
Brice Contessa
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