This guy schooled my arse and rocked me…….byebye popper!!!!! If you have never caught a trevally, I highly recommend trying……you WILL be impressed.



Back to the mothership for lunch and some chill time with the gang…………….





Waiting to go snorkeling and flyfishing. Blake is as bad as I am, he can’t stop fishing!!



Our own private blue lagoon for the afternoon…………………….



Getting ready to hit the water before fishing ……



Want a beer honey?







Once we were back on the Koffler, Blake and I started fishing ………….



I had a hookup on a small popper, and as I was fighting the fish, something slammed hard into my cranium and put me down on the deck. It felt like someone smacked me upside the head with a ballpeen hammer. I don’t think I’ve been hit that hard since Sister Madeline split my lip in the 2nd grade. Blake had accidentally double-hauled his clouser right into my temple. Being the diehard he is, he kept casting, but would occasionally stop and ask if I was okay. He did change to a “softer” fly. Thanks brother. Camillo came and pulled the hook from my head. Not too bad…..just a little spot of blood on the hat to keep the dried sea salt company. It was time to coagulate, man up and keep fishing!



We kept hitting lookdowns on almost every cast for another 15 minutes……



They were super aggressive and so many would compete for our flies that this happened a few times………



I kept casting while watching Blake out of the corner of my eye……



As I was pop-pop-popping my fly in, a huge head appeared and Hoovered it in. The fish tore out at hyperspeed……



“OOOOOOOOOO sh!t! This ain’t no lookdown!”



Raw power on a 10 wt……heart-pumping brute strength and a very bad attitude…..





Success!