Now I wouldn't want to give away a secret to people from New Jersey or even to my dear friend and neighbor Euke Fest.
Lets see; I was on a jetty by a pond with the wind howling over my shoulder andwaves crashing over the rocks I was on. Real elementeral stuff. 9 wt with sinking line and a clouser to get down. Flick it in the air and let the wind whip it out 40 feet in
a flash. As the fly was drifting around the corner of the jetty it periodically got smacked by a schoolie. Which were pretty unstoppable in the current and maelstorm.
Landed one, lost 3 or 4 and had to stop because I ran out of leader. And also because I was cold and wet.
Later I went to another pond; it had a bridge and a parking lot or two around it. High tide; Euke Fest and his two dweeb friends casting bait into the surf with megapoles. Me, on the inside reveling in the joy of hearing and seeing schoolies slamming ba
it in the dark. Didn't get one;didn't matter; the sound was the treat.