Took a few pictures of the girl and let her slide off into the grass.
Capt. Caveman doing it's job
Barhopr got up on the point and we start stalking the next victim. Wind and my lack of poling skills didn't help him out much. We saw plenty of fish, but do to the sun angle and wind - getting a good jump on them proved to be difficult. We took turns poling and swatting at fish.
We only had one more taker and he was a second chance fish. I had got on him but the fly was off a little and she felt something was wrong and was easing off. I did a hail-mary in front of her and she leaned over to sample Capt. Caveman in her retreat.
Another nice fish falling victim to Capt. Caveman.
Barhopr back on the point and we start looking again. It didn't take long to see a few more fish and I'm getting back into the swing of poling. I actually spun the boat and chased a few fish. I see a fish sitting up on the sand and I call out the time and distance. Barhopr gets the line up and lays the fly in place in a picture perfect fashion (Lefty would of been proud). I start the cadence - strip, easy, strip, strip, strip. An endorphin rush is consuming me just taking it all in. The gills flare and the fly disappears. The line goes tight, the arc in the rod bends and the fly comes out of the fishes mouth at mach one. I told Barhopr that was the most fun you could have without actually catching one - what a rush. (I'm getting pumped as I write)
So ends another mighty day on the gulf - nothing but good memories and a tenacious desire to feed fish feathers, hair and a hook.
Thanks for the ride Barhopr
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