We found more. Another school, fresh in from the Gulf and settling easily into the still waters of Lake Esperanza. Dan Newman had the foredeck, casting to at least twenty fish, sleepers. He jumped two, the first one, about 100 pounds, broke us off after a blistering, mud boiling run. The second, a behemoth of about 140 pounds spit the fly on the fifth jump of a magnificent, foam flying, tail-walking dash across the bay. It’s still tough fishing, you have to hang in there while being denied repeatedly, these fish are not dumb, but if you have the grit, there is no greater reward in fishing than hooking a giant sleeper on a fly rod. What’s the antidote for an overdose of adrenaline?
February 23, 2005
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