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Our attempt at literary pieces to help our fellow anglers.

Brickhead Part II

October 3, 2013
Author: Will Rice

QUINTANA ROO, Mexico - The year: 1982.  The month: March.  The day: Thursday, the 25th.

Over a year had passed and he still had not caught a permit.  What had started out a mild curiosity had blossomed into a distant fascination.  Permit were a magnetic enigma - their behavior vexing and alluring all at the same time.  From there, things morphed into what Isaha, his closest associate and now fishing partner, called an unhealthy obsession. 

“It es just a permit, jefe.  Your life will not change either way if you catch one or not,” said Isaha in the early morning as he poled a breezy flat under cloudy skies and poor light. Over the time they had worked and fished together, Isaha’s english had improved greatly.  He said the words with compassion, like a friend. 

He ignored Isaha and stared looking for nervous water - or maybe a sickled onyx tail.

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Spring/Summer fishbeer

May 31, 2013
Author: Will Rice

It has been awhile since we have read a blog post from our good pal Matt Dunn.  Hold your breath no more… for behold, a new fishbeer has arrived at our e-doorstep.  If you like Matt Dunn’s work he will be a contributor in the new Pulp Fly Volume II which is due out in late June.  The Pulp Fly buzz is building...

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The Release Of The Beast

May 30, 2013
Author: Will Rice

Want to see what Cody is pointing at?  See the pre and post release...

The Permit Monkey

April 5, 2013
Author: Will Rice

For most people, the sensation and experience when they finally sight, cast, present a fly, hook, fight and land a permit is one that stays with them for a lifetime.

For me, the feeling lasted for all of about twelve and a half minutes.  Give or take.

Blood, Sweat, and Beers – DIY Fly Fishing Report - Guanaja, Honduras

March 12, 2013
Author: Will Rice

"The first bonefish tail I saw was unmistakable.  It stood straight out of the skinny water – a mighty V shape that wagged in the low morning light.  Then… a second tail emerged and quickly flopped over in a swell of nervous water.  There was no doubt - we were all alone on the flat and on fish."

Here are 10 things to think about if you are contemplating a do-it-yourself trip to location X. 

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