“You don’t like to have fun Daddy. You just like to fish.”
If all goes according to plan, Saturday morning I should be near Beaufort, SC shooting ducks on a private, seldom to never hunted pond at sunrise and chasing redfish and speckled trout with my fly rod the rest of the day.
The weather north of where I’ll be will be cold, windy and miserable which should push the ducks down. The temperature in Beaufort is supposed to be in the mid sixties, the sun is supposed to shine and the wind isn’t supposed to blow too hard.
On paper this should be a great day.
I don’t know how this will work out in reality.
See, when it comes to out-of-town fishing/hunting trips I’m notoriously unlucky. Usually I don’t even get to the destination. And on those rare occasions that I do, things always seem off enough that the locals are commenting on it.
This particular trip seems like it’s going to work out though.
Of course my wife was complaining about a sore throat this morning.
And the three year-old has been extra whiny today for some unknown reason.
And the baby has been crying all morning because he seems to be teething or something.
And it’s predicted to start sleeting/snowing here about the time I should be leaving tomorrow…
So I’ve got this big fishing trip planed for the lower Keys coming up the first of April and I’ve found myself becoming pretty much obsessed with all things fishy from the Keys. I’ve been studying maps and charts, watching videos, reading books, surfing the internet and trying to tie flies.
The reason I’m only trying to tie flies is because I seem to be one material away from every pattern I want to tie; be it the proper color thread, fur or feather, or proper size eye or hook. And I won’t be able to re-up on materials of any kind until after Christmas due to kids being terribly expensive to shop for.
Man do I wish Santa was real.
Every man has one…
Even when I don’t mean to I end up writing about flies and fishing. I think I have an addiction…