Who the sh*t is Kingsley Zissou?

It’d been a few years of heartbreak chasing the estuary King with the long rod. I remember thinking while riding my bike in waders 6 miles to the river in the pouring rain, that my efforts might have some weird, karmic reward. I casted a thousand times before I realized what the fish would do with the changing tide – then it …

Silence.

It’s been good. My wetsuit is always wet, trying to dry on the front porch – along with abalone shells, scallops and various other unlucky creatures. I feel rich that I can ride my bike to a suspect rock, dive in and on a single breath grab an octopus for dinner. Quarter pound scallops are …

Standfast!

I feel as if I should bring you up to speed here, in regards to the change of status. I left my cozy space way out in the woods and traded it in for a spot in town, where I can mix it up with humans, regularly spend 5$ at coffee shops and also make …

Ready, set …

Sometimes your cards ain’t worth a dime, if you don’t lay em’ down.

Fish Market?

Well, new sh*t has come to light and all of the sudden these flies are tying themselves (like Fantasia). You name a destination and species and I’ll whoop you a dozen. All flies are tied on heavy gauge hooks secured by mono and soft epoxy from the spine to the gills. Although I do make …

Kiritimas

I first learned of Kiribati and its 33 atolls 7 years ago and have since dreamed about wading in its seemingly eternal knee deep crystal clear waters over white sand and coral, stalking its host of incredibly odd & strong swimmers. Finally this fall it made sense to make the dive and experience time travel with my friends …