06/20/2025
Middle East, pt 2
A location pivot and cooler waters buoyed the spirits while fly fishing in the Middle East last month.
Although frustration grew personally after a double digit Bonefish popped off deep into the backing and I botched Yellowmargin shots and Giant Trevally follows ceased empty handed. And the heat. The heat swirls and dances on the horizon and the mind wonders why exactly it’s here.
From the daily journal:
“This is the hangover and withdrawal of the fish high. Been a minute since I’ve had to pay the piper tho. I’ve landed a trophy fish in every trip of the past two years except for Yucatan last May. (heckin)hate this.
Doesn’t help the swelling stomach pain is back. Over it !”
And the ongoing stomach health issues make me ponder if this sort of travel can continue. And what exactly will I do with my life if fly fishing all over stops being fun? The whole point of this is fun. And can my body keep doing this? And is it poisoning my mind? And do I even want to guide? And wouldn’t eating fresh fruit and vegetables and venison and lifting in a gym be nice? And a 401k match? And maybe the ability to make a relationship last? That might be nice.
And two days later I tailed my first ever Yellowmargin Triggerfish. And all was right with the world yet again.
The big fish dreams aren’t going away just yet!
