Fishing With the Big Boys
My first day saltwater fly fishing dawned with promise. Efren, my Captain for the day, pointed our bow east into the rising sun. Small pink and blue cloud puffs and a slight choppiness on the water were the only reminders of the storms that had preceded our arrival. As we gained speed, the salty air rippled through my hair and a familiar calm filled my heart. One of the joys of fishing is often simply being on the water in a beautiful place. We pulled up near a small plastic buoy. Dorado,
12/15/2015Karen Margaret Hall