Sunday, December 23, 2012

The day the world ended (for the geese)...

We got in late last night after a long 16 hour drive back from eastern Montana. The trip was about as good as any I can remember. With wonderful hosts, great company, and lights-out hunting, it really was one for the books.

Compared to most of our goose hunting here in eastern Washington... well it really didn't compare. Our birds in the Columbia Basin are hunted hard from top to bottom. Greater Canada Geese, or "honkers" are now a bit tougher to find with the large increase in numbers of Lesser Canadas spread throughout the Basin. Lessers are a fun bird to hunt, but they're very finicky and on many days, tough to finish into the spread. Honkers have a reputation for being big and dumb but they wise-up quickly when the hunting pressure is on.

The birds we found in Montana were big, unpressured honkers, and as our buddy Rex put it flock after flock, day after day- "They came to die."

This was hero-hunting at it's finest. Kill limits in the morning, pull out of the field and go scout the afternoon. Our biggest problem each day wasn't finding fields with geese, it was deciding which one we would hunt the next morning. Our trip finished with a hunt in a field we nicknamed "the silo field". We had seen 1000+ birds using it each morning but were unable to get permission to hunt it until Mark received a call and the go-ahead the morning prior to our last day. We didn't have time to scout it again, but we knew it didn't matter. The birds had been using the field for the past week and were comfortable feeding in a zone close to the edge on a fenceline that would provide an easy hide for our layout blinds.

We set the spread and brushed our blinds just in time to watch the Montana sunrise. As I pulled my camera out to take a few photos, I was interrupted with our first incoming group of birds. They were 150 yards out and already cupped and gliding. With a bit of light calling, the bird finished perfectly into the hole just 10 yards in front of the blinds. After the volley we high-fived and cheered with excitement. What followed in the next hour was heavenly. Group after group finished beautifully on the X, some coming in quiet, others honking and moaning excitedly as they glided into the hole. We finished with limits in about an hour and watched the birds still piling into the field as we drove off. I will forever remember the famous Apocalypse, December 21, 2012- the day the world ended for all those geese!

I hope you enjoy some photos from the trip. I'm now winding down the waterfowl season and gearing up for my winter guide season for steelhead on the Olympic Peninsula. If anyone is interested in booking a trip, please contact my via email at or on the phone at 509-460-9519.

Rex picking up after a good shoot
The pile

Stackin' up the natural sleepers next to fake ones...
Headed for the truck at the end of the hunt...

Brushed up good in the wheat stubble...

Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Adventures Continue...

"WTF mate?"
We rolled out of town early enough to fight ice on the lake if need be. Little did we know, word had gotten out about the high numbers of birds in the area and there were about eight other rigs at the boat-ramp that had already put in prior to our arrival. With plenty of room for hunters in the area, we weren't a bit discouraged and continued on with our plan.

We rode the GPS trail to a cove that was holding over 500 mallards just a few days prior. We were pleased to see a lack of ice and made it into our spot after a quick 20 minute run. We strategized our setup and began setting decoys and brushing up the blind. With just a few minutes until shooting light, I took off around the point, stashed the boat and made a mad dash for the blind before the magic hour started.

The view out front and right of the blind...
Unfortunately, we were given a harsh reality check and the magic hour never happened. A half hour into legal shooting time and not a single bird flying had us a bit confused. As daylight replaced darkness, I looked behind us and saw a boat stashed about 150 yards from our blind. Disappointed, we through our hands up in the air after seeing a wall-tent set up just up the hill from the boat. The tent was army-green in color, and we hoped it would blend in with the hillside, but that was wishful thinking at best.

What you don't want to see 150 yards behind your set...
What few groups came and looked at our spread were flared off over 100 yards out at the sight of the camp behind us! With not enough time to spare for a quick move and second set, we were forced to stick it out and hope something would come in low enough to not notice the camp behind us. We had to laugh about it, because otherwise we would drive ourselves nuts. We pulled our spread and headed for home with our tails between our legs!

Today we regrouped and headed to Tri-Cities  for a quick goose hunt with a good buddy of ours. Brent found a pile of birds last night using a field they have leased rights to just above the Snake River. We met Brent at six and started the process of brushing our laydowns and setting up the spread in the headlights of our idling trucks. Waiting for the birds to fly, reminiscing about previous hunts only added to the anticipation!

The birds began flying around 9 and we had our first group commit about an hour later. We let 5 birds land in the spread in an attempt to finish the above flock of 30 or so geese. Unfortunately, they were all Lessers and behaving as such, clucking excitedly as they circled pass after pass just out of range. After four passes they bugged out completely and we were left with the birds that had landed in the decoys. We jumped them out of the spread and dropped the pair, we were on the board at last!

All in all, the morning progressed in a similar fashion with lots of groups of Lessers coming in cupped and committed but unwilling to finish completely. We adjusted a few things with our spread but determined the conditions were to blame, with a 20 degree increase in temperature from the day before and most birds unwilling to finish to the grass field we were in. Maybe they were back on the corn today, hard to say. Such is life as a goose hunter! Overall we had a blast and Brent couldn't have been a better host. We worked a few groups, missed a few and shot a few and couldn't have asked for more.

Twilight on the spread

The closest thing I have to a pic of the super goose dance

Making adjustments

Looking forward to our next hunt with Brent and company! We're off to eastern Montana in the morning for a week of chasing honkers. Will have reports after the trip!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Window-time pays off...

We've been hunting and scouting hard nearly every day in an attempt to really hammer on the birds here in the north Columbia Basin. Overall, we're quite pleased with the numbers of ducks in most areas we're hunting. Some of our zones hold more birds historically this time of year, but we just haven't had the cold weather to bring new ducks to the areas. Most of the birds we're hunting right now came down with early cold snaps back in November, creating the all-to-common challenge of trying to decoy birds that have seen just about everything hunters have to offer.

We've done well using two main tactics here in the north basin- chasing desired conditions and putting in our time scouting. With good numbers of birds in many areas, our only hope for having a really good shoot comes with hunting in conditions that makes the birds fly beyond the quick flurries of action in the first half hour of shooting light. This could be as little as a 5-8 mph breeze versus dead calm, or finding places with large fluctuations in water levels on the river. It has become so important to find whatever we can for conditions that keeps the birds flying throughout the day.

Our recent success the last two days has also been due, in large part, to our scouting. By putting in time running around checking spots in both the boat and the truck, we've been able to locate several areas that are holding birds but not being hunted. I think this really comes with the warmer than average conditions we've had for the past three weeks. The spots we've found are normally worked over pretty hard by weekend warriors this time of year, but the warm weather seems to be deterring most dedicated waterfowl hunters. 

We're crossing our fingers and praying for colder weather. Once we get our new birds it's going to be a lights-out show for several days running! Until then, we'll keep working our tails off chasing the birds, or could that be chasing our tails?

We're rolling over to hunt eastern Montana for a week here soon so I should have a pretty good trip report with lots of photos for you gawkers. In the meantime, I'm tying quite a bit for the upcoming winter season and trying my best to keep my head in the steelhead game, but these birds are really messing with that whole mindset!

Hope you all are enjoying the hunting, fishing, or spending time with family as we approach the holiday season! More to come soon!


Jeff and Rex with a pile-o-green
Jessie has an insane nose, hide the salami!

A mid-morning spread in less than ideal hunting weather...

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Chasing green... our waterfowl season is officially underway!

Gotta love the green...
To start this post I gotta admit- Life has been a bit hectic lately. After finishing up my fall steelhead season with numerous banner days down on the Klickitat, I headed home in a rush, packed a bag and hopped on a plane with wife and family bound for the east coast. We had a very special visit for about 10 days in northern Maine, where my mother's side of the family is located.

The whitetail hunting season was in full swing over there, and being out in the woods and hearing stories of family members chasing bucks around really helped me shift my focus from hunting steelhead to hunting things I can shoot! After returning home, I've spent the past couple days putting away my guiding equipment and gearing up for waterfowl. It's always fun to shake the dust off the decoy bags and check the layout blinds for mouse nests!

My waterfowl season kicked off today with a wonderful opportunity to hunt with two very good friends of mine from the Tri-Cities, WA area. I grew up chasing birds with these guys most days of the week back in high-school, and they've continued their obsession with killing ducks and geese since our younger days. It's always a pleasure to get back to my old stomping grounds with guys I grew up hunting with. Some of our special "honeyholes" hold so many memories from previous hunts over the last 15 years, we can't help but laugh and tell stories from years past!

We currently have good numbers of birds in the Basin pushed down by some early cold-snaps back in late October. I was very impressed with the flights of both mallards and geese  observed today, and it seemed like there was always birds in the air this morning. Unfortunately, with bluebird weather and temps in the high 50s, many of these birds fly so high it makes it a bit tough to get them to come down and pay our spread a visit.

Our first 3 flights of the morning came in within the first 20 minutes of shooting light and weren't able to make it back out of the spread. This was the story for today, with our three guns shooting 11 for 12 birds, only leaving a lone Teal to make it out of the decoys unharmed! It's always nice to work the birds close and kill everything that comes into the spread!

Today's hunt was nothing to complain about, but we were constantly adjusting our spread in an attempt to make the birds more willing to commit. The reality is, the majority of the birds just weren't interested in hanging out on our pond. It didn't take long to recognize the all-too-familiar scenario, but we adapted accordingly- adjusting our calling and our spread until we found what worked best for us today. We came to the conclusion that the birds had been hammered on several times in this spot. All we really need to make the hunting gangbusters again is some fresh birds who aren't savvy to our program.

I was excited to see the geese so responsive to the call. Unfortunately, a several mile hike back into the pond prevented us from even considering bringing any goose decoys. Next time we'll bear the burden of the extra weight and deal with it! We had many flocks circle and look hard, only to recognize the lack of any goose decoy on the water.

We're excited for some weather to come our way and more excited about the birds it will bring. We finished today with 10 beautiful mallards and a full plumage drake widgeon that I wish I would have taken more pictures of. We worked our tails off for the birds we killed and did well despite the tough hand we were dealt today.

Miah looking hard for birds...

First light and a pretty spread...

An accurate look at our weather conditions today... nice but a bit tough for hunting...

Brit with her glory-pose...
It's going to be an insane waterfowl season up here in the Columbia Basin! I will do my best to keep the blog updated with reports and photos... I hope you enjoy. If anyone is interested in a hunt, please send an email the or call me anytime on my cell at 509-460-9519.

Happy hunting,


The Nomadic Angler

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Photographic Inspiration

This post is short and sweet because I don’t want to distract from the photo. I took this shot last week on the Klickitat River, a tributary of the Columbia River in Washington State. Aaron O’Leary (Angler’s Obsession), Jeff Brazda, and I had a rare day off and did some scouting and goofing off. Once the hangovers wore off a bit, many nice fish were hooked, and we landed a few in some new little pockets each of us had been wondering about. 

This is a photo of a fish Aaron landed and it was the very last image of the set. In fact, the session involved a series of normal grip and grins, then AO went to release the fish as I was putting the camera away. The buck’s gills flared in the current with each breath and Aaron proclaimed, “Wow look at that cheek-patch!”

I turned around to see the late afternoon sunlight beaming on the fish’s head. The scarlet cheek-patch, though not as large and defined as that of some of the other steelhead we land, was highlighted with brilliant hues of pink, purple, red, and orange. The fish’s eye, full of life and ready to be released back to the river, complimented with teal colored “eye-shadow” as we call it. The image was inspiring enough to take my camera out of the case once again and snap a few quick close-ups. I hope you enjoy this photo as much as I do.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Get 'em on the swing! A November update...

Bob L. with a true Methow toad
The Methow has more water than the Klickitat right now but fishing has continued to be pretty insane despite a raging river. Targeting steelhead on most rising rivers is tough for many reasons. Poor visibility becomes an issue, places we normally hook fish become far too deep and fast to hold fish, and steelhead are so focused on moving upriver they don't use holding water as much as they would during normal conditions. However you look at it, fishing the rise is a tough deal all around.

High water chromer on the schwing!
Adapting to the river conditions and changing our tactics has helped us do really well during this period of high water. As holding water has spread out with the rise in river levels, swinging flies with various sink-tips has proven to be a very effective way to cover water. In addition, swinging narrow moving lanes has been deadly... especially when anglers learn to listen to their guide and not cast 50' past these zones! It's tough for many devoted swing anglers to tame their casting and only focus on the 30' of water directly in front and below. These lanes are often easily swung with a light switch rod lined with a compact Skagit or other similar head.

Fish your fly! I tell my guests to fish almost every bad cast that's made. Obviously if you end up with a giant bird's nest you may want to strip in and redo things a bit. If a cast piles up- fish it. If it lands too far upstream- fish it. These are the two most common errors I see people grumble about as they strip their line in and attempt to achieve the perfect cast. The reality is, casts that pile up or land too far upstream will sink better anyway! Get a big mend on it, sink the fly, and fish it!

"Fish yo fly!"

I'm finished up on the Methow for the fall and will be finishing out my season on the Klickitat. I have some open dates next week if anyone would like to join me on the river... please call my cell at 509-460-9519 or email me at

Also, I will be hosting several spey casting/swing clinics in December and early January before our winter season gets rolling over on the Olympic Peninsula here in WA. This will involve 4 days of lessons spread out over the month of December. Dates will be December 2, 9, 16, 23, and 30th. I am pretty flexible as well so if these dates don't work out for anyone who is interested please let me know and I'm sure we can work something out.

Senior Brazda and a purty buck on the swing...

For more information regarding the clinics, cost, etc please call or email!

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Halloween in steelhead country...

If March weather is "in like a lion, out like a lamb," I think it's safe to say this October is the opposite of March. Our fall steelhead season kicked off with an indian summer and temps in the 80s until just a few weeks ago. Water temps were warm and the fish were grabby as ever. After guiding the first few weeks of the season down on the Klickitat, we made our move up to the Methow, a tributary of the upper Columbia. The fishing has been nothing shy of insane. 

I've guided a lot of swingers thus far and I've been pleasantly surprised with the amount of action we've had on the swung fly. The Met offers amazing pocket-water fishing with tons of ledgy, rocky buckets scattered throughout its runs. While most look upon this as bobber water, the Methow fish respond well to the swing and picking apart these pockets with a switch or light spey rod has been very productive. Before the temps dropped we had several days of great dry fly fishing as well. Nothing is better than watching a wild steelhead come up for a skated dry!

The weather and temps have grown cooler here lately, but the fishing continues to be excellent. With some snow showers last week and a lot of recent rain, many dry side rivers have swollen to near blow-out stage. It's looking like things should be in prime form here in the next few days. Watch the graphs and get on it... you shouldn't miss this one! Looks like I'll be available on the Methow this Saturday if she stays in shape. If anyone would like some info about booking a trip please call me at 509-460-9519 or drop me a line via email at 

I hope you enjoy a few photos from the last couple days. More updates soon...happy Halloween!

A happy son and proud father, what a day!

Braz swingalingin "location x"

Adam W. and another big wild hen

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Fall Colors

This time of year is my favorite to be outside. We've got some epic fall colors going on and the fishing is pretty dang good too. The warm september days can have many of our steelhead rivers fairly busy, especially on the weekends. Come mid-October, many anglers shift gears and get started with bird-hunting or chasing deer around the woods, leaving many stretches of water completely vacant.

We're shifting gears here getting ready to start our season on another Columbia River tributary, The Methow. I haven't had much chance to post from down on the Klickitat, but here's a handful of photos from the last couple days. I hope you enjoy and there's a lot more to come soon.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Remembering the Forgotten Coast...

It wasn't until four days into our honeymoon that I truly realized I might actually get some fishing in on this trip. My wife and I enjoyed the first few days in Orlando, but the hustle-bustle of trying to cover as much as possible at both Disney and Universal Studios really took my mind away from thinking about any sort of fishing. As much fun as it was, we both agreed we were ready to move on and start the next part of the trip.

On day four we rented a car and left Orlando in the dust as we headed for the Gulf Coast. We were traveling based on the advice of a good friend of ours and long-time guest at Bristol Bay Lodge who grew up in the Panama City area. This last August, our discussion at the dinner table one evening quickly turned into a planning session as I discussed my interest in the culture down south and desire to experience Redfish on the fly.

It took about four hours of driving for us to see the coast for the first time. I gotta admit, the drive was about as boring as it gets. Out West, most long drives are made interesting with mountains and views that stir the question: "What lies beyond that ridge?" This drive was flat as a pancake with a wall of trees on either side of the road. Needless to say, we were relieved when the highway finally broke out into the open next to the Gulf.

For another 120 miles, the road wound in and out of bays and over rivers and creeks. Small towns were scattered here and there, typically consisting of nothing more than a few houses, a seafood market, oyster bar, and a convenience store. We were finally feeling isolated, and it felt great.

The Gibson Inn, virtually unchanged since 1907
We pulled into Apalachicola late in the afternoon and checked into our hotel. Back in the 1800s, Apalachicola was one of the largest cotton-exporting ports in the world, rivaling New Orleans for the amount of cotton and other goods exported to Europe. Walking past the shops and restaurants of this quaint little town, one can't help but notice- things really haven't changed much in the last 150 years.

Apalachicola is world-famous for its oysters, so naturally I had to find a spot to see what all the fuss is about. We settled on a place about a block away from our hotel called "Hole in the Wall Seafood and Raw Bar". I'd never had a raw oyster and didn't plan on trying it at any point in the near future. Upon opening the door were greeted by a couple guys shucking oysters and invited to have a seat at the bar. We ordered a drink and they asked us what we would like for food. Upon requesting baked oysters, the two made eye contact and each gave me a look I'll never forget. I felt about an inch tall, and then admitted I'd never had a raw oyster.

With no lack of gentlemanly southern charisma, the two young guys took it upon themselves to teach us everything there is to know about how to eat a raw Apalachicola oyster. I couldn't believe how amazing these things tasted with a little horseradish and fresh lemon squeezed over the top- it was like candy! And paired with a couple ice-cold Coronas... oh man. We even got Janessa to try a couple and got the nod of approval. She doesn't care much for seafood but enjoyed the heck out of the fresh oysters she tried. We chatted with the two locals about the oysters, where they come from, and what it was like to grow up in Apalachicola.

Our conversation quickly turned to fishing and more specifically- Redfish. Neither of the two had ever done any fly fishing but grew up targeting Reds on light spin tackle. They gave me a couple pointers on where I should fish the next morning but I got the vibe that they were being pretty tight-lipped. We shook hands with the two and headed out to another bar nearby, where we enjoyed dinner, drinks, and live jazz- what a place.

We awoke early the next morning, packed the car and headed down the road in the dark. We pulled the car over next to a shallow bay right at sun-up and my heart started racing as I watched fish moving through the shallows. I was literally shaking as I struggled to rig my 8 weight fast enough. Janessa was next to me with the camera and we took off towards the bay. The bay felt like bath-water as I waded out up to my knees. There were small baitfish darting all over the place and I started casting excitedly. There were larger fish jumping around as well, I thought surely they were Reds feeding. I waded all around casting, stripping, changing flies, and so on for nearly two hours without so much as a grab of any kind. I knew we had to get back on the road, so we headed back to the car. I fought the disappointment of not hooking up on a fish by focusing on my wife's excitement from the hermit crabs she chased all over the place.

Sunrise on the Gulf Coast
Later that afternoon we arrived in Panama City and caught up with our friends from the lodge. I was ecstatic after hearing that Bill had set us up for a day on the water with a guide he fishes with at least once a week. The next morning we shook hands with our guide on the dock at 7 AM. Matt Smith grew up chasing the full gamut of saltwater species across the area. A very calm, cool, and collected individual, he began sharing his vast knowledge of the fishery as we idled away from the dock. 

Overcast but still paradise...
We stopped on our first flat about twenty minutes from the dock. Matt made us well aware of the tough conditions due to all the recent rainfall and poor light. We poled around for a couple hours checking bays and creek mouths but the conditions were just too difficult to be able to spot fish. Matt suggested we motor across the bay to a little honey-hole he had where a irrigation canal comes into the bay. We both agreed this would be a good option, and we made the switch.

The Man at work...
Later in the fall and winter, a wide variety of species come into the canal seeking the warmer water. According to Matt it was a bit early in the fall for this, but my first cast proved there were some fish around and I hooked up on a small Ladyfish. A few casts later I landed another of the same size. Matt had mentioned the possibility of finding a tarpon in this area but emphasized that it was a very rare situation. Sure enough, within just a few minutes of casting into the deep, tea-colored water we saw a tarpon roll. My heart started pounding when the fish rolled again and Matt mentioned the fish was actively feeding and oughta be catchable. It wasn't a huge fish, we put it between 20 and 30 pounds, but I had never seen a tarpon, let alone hooked one. About ten casts later I was stripping my fly through the zone when a shape emerged from the dark water. The size of the flash assured me it was the tarpon we were looking for, but I panicked. Instead of allowing the fish to inhale the fly, I set the hook as soon as I felt contact and watched the fly pull from the fish's mouth. I bowed my head with disappointment and said a few choice words as Matt and Janessa laughed hysterically. We threw to that fish for another hour or so with no luck- my only shot was farmed and I had no one to blame but myself!

It began to rain pretty hard and Matt checked the radar on his phone. He noticed an area that he scouted out the day before was free and clear of any precipitation, so we decided to make the run down the bay. We kept our fingers crossed that we would get a little break in the overcast skies, and sure enough the sun poked through as soon as we stopped at our next flat. I climbed up onto the front platform and knew this would be it. All I wanted was one fish, I would have been content with one shot, but to hook and land one would be sweet.

Making the move and chasing the sun...
I calmed my nerves and focused my eyes on finding fish. We began seeing mullet darting in and out of the grass and Matt was quick to point out how to distinguish these from redfish. A few minutes later, Matt mentioned he had a fish spotted. The fish was about fifty feet away and about 10 o'clock off the bow. I started casting and dropped my fly about eight feet in front of the fish. "Led him a bit too far." The fish turned about six feet in front of the fly and continued feeding away from the boat. I stripped in and we continued our search. A few minutes later we found another fish, this one moving the same direction very quickly. I dropped the fly down but it landed behind the fish. A quick pickup and I had the fly back in the water but this time it landed directly on top of the fish. Spooked, the fish sped off at about a hundred miles an hour, never to be seen again! Matt was reassuring and told me not to beat myself up about it- it was a tough shot.

Looking hard...
He continued poling us down the flat and within a minute or two he yelled there was a fish behind me. I turned and saw a nice red sitting fairly close to the boat. Sometimes these shots within the 30' range are the most difficult, because many saltwater lines don't load the rod until the caster has at least 30'-40' of line out. Needless to say, I think I got lucky with this one and the fly landed about 3' in front of the fish. Although I could see everything, Matt instructed me when to strip and when to leave the fly, he was as excited as I was! A couple quick strips got the fish's attention, and it darted over to investigate the offering. I left the fly alone after another slow strip and the fish inhaled it. A hard strip buried the fly into the fish's mouth and it made a long run away from the boat! We hooped and hollered with excitement and I couldn't believe I was into my first red. We landed the fish and took photos, then shook hands after the release. I thanked Matt up and down for getting me into my first redfish, it was a memory I'll never forget.

Hooked up!
After that we made Janessa climb into position on the platform. The sun continued to shine in and out of the clouds, making it difficult for her to see anything. She turned a few reds and almost had one eat but Matt and I got a bit excited and she pulled the fly out of the zone at the last second. Mostly due to me yelling in her ear! As that happened Matt told me to look behind me. As I turned around I noticed a monster fish spooking off the flat with no chance for a shot. That fish was huge, and it will haunt me for a long time!

Janessa and I switched places again and the afternoon continued. The light grew a bit tougher but we were still seeing some fish. I got several more shots and had two fish eat but I was a bit trigger-happy and missed both opportunities! Matt told us to look up the flat at the dolphins that had entered the shallows. We watched a school of six dolphins chase mullet up and down the flat, then they turned and came directly at the boat. Janessa's goal for the trip was to see dolphins up close, and the view she got was priceless as they swam within 10 feet of the bow. After the excitement was over, the three of us agreed on our happiness with the way the day had turned out. The sunlight faded behind the clouds but it didn't matter, we were content with calling it a wonderful day and headed back to the dock.

Chasing crabs is good entertainment!
The rest of our Florida trip was amazing but didn't involve any more fishing. Looking back, Janessa and I wish we had more time to fish, but that always seems to be the case. We both agreed this was a good scouting trip for redfishing adventures to come. If anyone has any interest in hunting reds on the fly, send me an email at

I am  putting together a hosted trip down there for next year but I'd like to make it happen this winter if we can get some folks on board. In comparison to some of the other areas now famous for redfishing, the Forgotten Coast is nearly void of any angling pressure. It offers complete solitude and the opportunity to sight-cast to these fish in what is normally gin-clear water. We had about the toughest conditions imaginable with poor lighting and less than 3' of visibility and still got lots of shots at nice fish.

We have to give a big shout-out and thank-you to Matt Smith of Panama City Inshore Looking forward to fishing with you again, hopefully this winter!

My first Red...

Speckled Trout add to the abundance of species...