
A New Way of Fishing
I grew up fishing on the North Carolina coast. From flounder and speckled trout (not actually in the trout family) deep in the creeks to Spanish mackerel and bull redfish right off the beach, all the way out to what feels like the middle of the ocean trolling for king mackerel and cobia, I loved the wide variety of fish. One sunny July morning a few summers back, my dad and I headed offshore in hopes of finding some king mackerel. It didn’t take long to realize it was going to be a slow day of fishing. The morning came and went; the sun climbed higher in the sky, its rays growing more intense every minute. It was quiet, and then it wasn’t. One of the reels began to scream. As we looked toward the stern of the boat, we saw a sailfish dancing on top of the water. Catching a sailfish during July in 80 feet of water is extremely rare and is the exact reason why I love saltwater fishing: you never know what is at the end of your line until you see it. I had a few fly-fishing experiences before my time in Idaho, but I
