From Alaska to the Keys, the on-the-water epidemic is real

It all started several decades ago in Alaska. I was a newbie guide, hoping to land a nice tip. So, when my clients asked if they could spend the morning bonking sockeye spawners, completely ignoring the egg-crazed bows bouncing off their waders, I obliged. The guys quickly reeled in their limits, but then refused to stop. That’s when I looked over and saw another sockeye cart-wheeling downstream, and that’s when I also noticed something odd. The client “playing” the fish was holding the rod by its detachable fighting butt, instead of by the cork handle. Before I could offer any guide-worthy advice, the whole setup launched out of his grip.

The African Tiger Jako Lucas Capt. Jack Productions

As the calendar year comes to an end, the folks behind the 2018 Fly Fishing Film Tour is just getting into gear. In the past few weeks the F3T has released trailers for Dubai on the Fly, 100 Miles, and Beyond the HorizonToday, we see a sneak peak into Jako Lucas's latest adventure to the heart of the jungle in search of African tigers.


The real story behind that giant trevally footage

Unless you've been living under a triggerfish for the past few months, you're likely one of the millions of viewers who've watched those incredible teasers of bird-eating giant trevally in the Seychelles, which hit the Interwebs on Oct. 26. The footage was captured by a four-person crew from the BBC's Natural History Unit during fall of 2015 and fall of 2016, as part of the group's four-year production of Blue Planet II—the much anticipated sequel to its 2001 Emmy-winning original.

Clyde surveys the wreckage.

Clyde makes landfall at Aransas Pass

God promised Noah that He'd never again destroy every living creature on earth by a flood, and God put rainbows in the sky as a sign of this promise. (Genesis 9, Chapter 10, verses 9-13). But God never said He wouldn't have Mother Nature occasionally kick us in the crotch as a reminder of what we're doing to our planet. And the winds began to blow.

Schoolies beware.

Seasons of the striper

It starts in early Spring when the water is cold and flinty, the wind an unceasing bully. Sure, there may be a schoolie here or there, a member of the Hudson River group that's opted out of the migration. But the great fish are still south. I don't care, though. I just need to reacquaint myself with everything, to feel the bend, to shoot the line through the guides, to smell the brine, to hear the surf's hiss. This trip just gets me one step closer to the real thing.