This year Ill be working on a film project about Back Bay. This Eastern Virginia watershed was once a world class Largemouth bass fishery. At at average depth of 3 feet, its all Skinny Water. Due to environmental changes the fishing and grass beds have declined. But that’s changing because of the efforts of several agencies and citizen groups. It’s making a miraculous comeback and I am going to show you all how. One of my fly tying mentors used to fish Back Bay back in its prime. These are a few of his famous poppers. In the next few months ill be using these just as he did. Lets hope things keep looking up.
This past Saturday I was lucky enough with the chance to be able to fish with Brown Hobson. He is an Orvis Endorsed guide in Asheville, North Carolina, and is also a member of the USA Fly Fishing team. He is definitely the most skilled angler I have ever met. Since I am trying to make my way onto the youth team this spring, there were some very important things that I needed to learn. This included a completely different style of nymphing than what I had ever fished.
Had the chance to bum around in the lower Keys for a few days with some good friends right before shit the fan and I had to pack all my junk and move into my new house. Saw the weather window and got the call that the fishing has been pretty dam good. Made the long ass drive down and met up with good friend and fellow Jackson kayak team mate down in some remote launch site full of fucking pesky bugs only a local would know.
Your friends visit you to fish a lot more often… and its great!
One of my favorite places to get away from the city, Big Cypress National Preserve. Its 729,000 acres of endless cypress swamp with many opportunities to get up close with some Everglades wildlife. Everything from alligator, snakes, birds, deer, aliens, bears, otters, and panthers etc… (still waiting to cross paths with a panther or bear). This is why its one of my favorite places to explore you just never know what or who you might run across out there. Just you and mother nature and lots of Euro/Asian tourists. There are also many hiking trails in the area for the more daring, but I highly recommend doing your research before wondering to far into one. Go check it out if you get a chance, something a little different than the Everglades flats and mangroves that we all love to stalk. Go be the one being stalked! Enjoy!!
Inside the a cypress dome
Black Crowned Night Heron, one of the more vocal birds in the swamp.
Green Tree Frog soaking in the sun
Saving the future Ninja Turtles from the speeding tourists
Hey there!! Just another proud new affiliate of SWC saying hello. Here’s a little background info on myself. I’m originally from the beautiful island of Trinidad. At the age of 3 my parents and I moved to sunny South Florida where I grew into the outdoors man I am today with the guidance of many Native Floridians. Still a fisherman at heart, but I now find myself obsessed with capturing the breath taking beauty and the rarely seen treasures of the Everglades and Wetlands of South Florida with my lens. So let’s get lost in the glades!!
Thank you Vince for bringing me aboard and giving me the opportunity to share my adventures with your loyal audience.
Hello Skinny Water Culture, I just wanted to say Hello and tell you all how stoked we are to be a part of the SWC crew. We are very excited to be able to share our future adventures and insight with the fans of SWC! We look forward to this new beginning and hope you all will like our style. I will not dive into our fishing background as its diverse and as about A.D.D. as you can get. As you can see I have just gotten married and Kelly will be joining me in a lot of adventures. She will be adding content as we move along. I am back to ground zero here but we will do our best to share some killer content. We are super happy to be a part of this diverse group of exceptional folk. Now lets do this!
The sun rises out of the eastern horizon erasing the darkness. Silky calm waters make it difficult for moving fish to conceal there lair. A tweak of the push pole, a slight heave and the fish are in range. The flags are flying, there is no stir of wind. The only thing audible is the sound of mullet jumping , the swoosh of a dropping tail and the tide pouring over a nearby oyster mound. The sky is lit up in a thousand different colors giving the early morning low light an unusual glow in the pre-dawn minutes. The water steams,as if it is angry, the air is crisp and the smell of the low tide is intoxicating. All the mechanisms are cleared
>and the world becomes hushed, less the beating of the heart thumping on the ear drums and the the rising sounds of fly line zinging through wet guides. The long rod is an extension of not the arm, but of an entire being. The cast unfurls into the thickening fog……….
What do trout like to eat in the cold months? Other than tiny little midges.. In the stream that I fish, they like breakfast for each meal of the day. Eggs and Stoneflies (Bacon).
What’s true about fishing is that “politics” and the love for being out doors don’t coincide or do they? Its known fact people, I could careless who’s elected or who the current governor of the state is. It may raise an eye brow or two but at the end its all the same thing. On a recent expedition I came across something that made me not only snap a picture but think about the future of the sport and the waters I co-inhabit.