Honey Holes and Handshakes

Local intel is your secret weapon. Ditch the guidebooks and fancy apps. Chat up that grizzled regular at the fly shop. Buy him a coffee. Listen. He'll spill more river wisdom in ten minutes than you'll find in a year of googling. Locals don't broadcast their honey holes. You gotta earn 'em. So volunteer for river cleanups. Join the local conservation org chapter. Get your hands dirty. Soon enough, you'll be trading whispers about that unnamed tributary that fishes like a dream during the hex hatch. Remember, though: loose lips sink ships, empty pristine pools, and effectively choke off the info pipeline forever. Guard that hard-earned knowledge like the treasure it is.

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IN THE RIFFLES

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“We’ll just have one,” Greg said. He poured a double-shot of tequila into two glasses. You don’t usually catch me drinking straight liquor. But at $70 a bottle this was the good stuff.


With roosterfish you get up early,” Greg said. “Number one, we’re an hour away from the first good beach. Two, roosterfish are early risers, and feed when the wind is down. And they don’t like the sun in their eyes any more than we do. Finally, and possibly most important of all, you do not want to be outside at noon. Not in Mexico.”


“I can handle it,” I said, feeling good. I held my glass against the setting sun.


“No, you can’t.”


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