Like any angler that lands the Big One, I like to think luck is the crossroads of preparation, ability and opportunity.
The dead-calm conditions afforded us a stunning view of blacktip sharks, permit and frantic baitfish breaking the surface across the gigantic flat.
The question we get asked most often is: "How do I pick out a good fly rod and reel without selling a kidney?"
At daylight we awoke to a screaming wind coming from the northwest, a direction that severely limited our fishing opportunities. Plus, the temps bottomed out, dropping more than 40 degrees from the previous day.
Many years ago, after cutting neighbors’ lawns for several weeks, I had enough money in my pocket to buy my dream reel—a Mitchell 308.