I’m on a family vacation in sunny Florida.
Specifically, Rosemary Beach on the Florida Panhandle.
First stop, for information. The fine folks at Florida Sportsman were kind enough to give me some pointers on which flies and equipment to bring. Strangely, I don’t remember visiting that site before, but I did have an account already. Their advice, bring a 9 ft 9-wt, with floating or intermediate line. The closest that I had, which must be close enough was an 8-wt with a multi-tip system.
For flies, they recommended bringing Clouser Minnows in Chartreuse. The unified fly theory of fly fishing, a chartreuse Clouser. I tied a dozen for the trip.
Once on the ground, a quick visit to the fly shop for licenses and local info. The local shop is Old Florida Outfitters in Watercolor, Florida.
Jason was running the fly department that day. He was very helpful, with information on flies, rigging, and presentation. We bought another dozen flies, epoxy minnows, super-hair clousers, and mole crab imitations (called sand fleas here).
Time to hit the beach. First, there is no sign of oil anywhere. The oil leak missed this area of Florida. I have a day booked with a guide later in the week, so I’ll likely learn more, but what else is there to learn. No oil here.
The beach is beautiful. The sand is soft and white, and the water blue green (or deep green with seaweed). The water is actually pleasant to enter (not the shrinkage inducing temperatures of good trout water).
I went out last night, after dinner, right at dusk. That was a mistake. With the wind, an approaching storm, and lack of knowing what I was doing, my line was an instant mess. Lots of seaweed and a rat’s nest of line. One cast, and the clippers were already out. Ten minutes later, the second cast came up with clumps of seaweed on every knot. Yuck. Cocktail time.
The next morning (this morning), went out in the sunshine and calm conditions. This was much better. Easy to see the troughs in the water, and the seaweed is clumped together and visible. Walked down the beach three quarters of a mile or so, no sign of fish. There was a promising looking trough, so I went out there. I saw 2 fish cruising by; a good sign. But, a few dozen casts but no luck.
Stay tuned for this continuing saga.