So we had a brief scare with the blog that has turned into a terrible excuse to not update it. Surely I could come up with a number of other excuses why I haven’t been updating: too busy, not fishing enough until very recently, questioning my own ability to pen (or type) anything worthwhile. None of the excuses seem particularly valid except maybe the last one, so I’ll burden you, ...
Vocabulary can be a bitch. Like the difference between wild and native. This is a point that has been regularly raised, but will always remain one of great importance. Let’s back up a bit. There are a lot of stocked trout in the world. Stocked trout being the ones that at some point in their lifetime lived in a hatchery.
I know I promised a post on some essential Vedavoo gear. That post is just waiting on some photography to showcase the products a bit better than my written descriptions would. I feel like there is a cliché somewhere to describe such a situation.* Sensei Morgan-san. He started with a small one to protect my feelings. My fishing schedule has opened up a bit lately.
So Mexico wasn’t entirely about mojitos and cigars, though they were definitely memorable elements. Turns out we fished while we were there too. Baja is known primarily for one thing to fly fishermen: roosterfish. Wild looking, aggressive, and sight-fished from the beach. Images of anglers running down the beach or chasing schools on ATVs are common.