Standing in the Surf Waving a Stick

I recently returned from a trip to Captiva…well at least in the physical sense. I guess it’s true what the t-shirt says…Captiva - a little island with a big fishing problem.

This trip would also consist of “T’s” first trip to Norm Zeigler's Fly Shop on Sanibel Island. Having outgrown his fishing shirt, we were in search of a replacement. “T” had been inquiring about fly fishing for months now and Uncle Mike was more than happy to assist one who has apparently been called to explore this art which has chosen yet another to join the fold. We left Norm’s with a shirt, vest, fly box, several of Norm’s Crystal Schminnow pattern flies, a zinger, forceps and a nipper…after a stop at The Bean for an iced coffee we were on our way to practice…

Fortunately for us there is a wide open space, mowed short, directly across from where we stay. It is the perfect place to practice…standing in a field waving a stick. The night before we ate at the Lazy Flamingo, the one at blind pass. We traditionally take our catch of the day after having gone out on the water with Captain Rob McKay, pictured above, of Santiva Saltwater Fishing Team fame, to be prepared by the chef at the Flamingo. After completing the trash can slam, “T” was getting anxious to do some real catching. Before he could confer with our guide about the bait he would need to catch a shark…T’s not so hidden agenda for this trip, his rod bent…the hook was set and he was in for a memorable fight. With some coaching…and no assistance from his boat mates…T landed his first shark. 
                            

We kept some trout that we caught and had them fried up at the Flamingo. The kids meals are served on inverted Frisbees with the Lazy Flamingo logo on them…we used the Frisbee as a target while practicing our fly casting. Though conditions did not prove favorable to get on the water with the fly rod, T showed natural ability.

Early one morning, while walking the beach, my wife and I came upon a young man with a fly rod…after observing him from a distance for a few minutes it became clear that he, like “T” was seeking the rhythm that would cause the line to loop, load and shoot into the surf beyond. After learning that this was his first attempt at learning to cast a fly, I shared some knowledge imparted upon me by others chosen as well.

I am always humbled by the greatness of the sea…and blessed to spend time upon her waters. To share a gift that has been given to us with others is one of the greatest rewards of all.

Teach a man to fish…
Mike