PERMIT

The weather the last few days has not been that great and neither has the fishing. Today there was a stiff wind straight out of the north. Going up the creek there are places to get on the lee and out of the wind but you are limited.
I had some pilchers with today and took the spinning rod to try to catch that cuda that has eaten 4 of my bonefish. Yesterday he was on the flat and stayed about 40 feet from me but stayed even as I waded. It’s as if he knows I’m going to catch his lunch. I lost sight of him and soon hooked a bonefish and in no more than 2 seconds he came out of nowhere and got it. He has been on that flat every time I go there. Today, armed with bait and the spinning rod he was nowhere to be found.

Early this afternoon I waded the lee side of this north shore. Visibility was good and I could see bonefish coming from a long way. Two big ones were coming right at me and I laid the fly out well before they got close. When I figured they were close enough I stripped and the biggest came for it and I felt just the slightest tug. I kept stripping and he kept coming and that’s when I noticed I had snagged a little piece of grass and was dragging it along.
A few minutes later is when the real fun started. I had waded just about as far as I intended and decided to just wait there a few minutes and scope out the water ahead. That’s when I heard some commotion off to my right in about 3 feet of water. I saw these fish milling around fairly fast and at first didn’t know what they were until I saw the black tails and then realized they were permit. They were well within range and I launched my #4 tan gotcha right in the middle of them, did about 2 strips and hooked up. It was one of the smaller ones in the group but still gave one hell of a fight. I guessed it weighed right around 10 pounds. The rest of the school were still in the same area milling around and I was putting the most pressure I dared trying to get this one in and go for another. I just released the fish and looked over and saw a bull shark enter the area to join the fun and the permit didn’t care for this party crasher and took off.
That is the first permit I have ever caught and never expected to catch one up the creek and that close in.
As I was coming in Hermon was just crossing the bridge and I hailed him over and told the story. He said I keep telling dat mon da creek is an amazing place.

So now I can say I got the grand slam which is bonefish, tarpon and permit but instead of getting it in one day it took me 10 years.

8 Comments:

  1. Congratulations!!!!!! THAT is one heck of an accomplishment. Made my day…

  2. Congrat, hat’s great Al…. You have certainly earned it.

  3. So the spin fishing dude might have been right, too bad we gave him a hard time.
    Nice to se you got a late birthday present. grand slams from Denmark!

  4. Good job Al, I hope those permit stick around til later in the month I’d like to see them too!

  5. Way to go AL. The first one is always the hardest. Welcome to the club. We had a great time in Patigonia with Rance and Travis. I am sitting here recovering from my knee replacement. Should be good to go in a couple months. Keep up the good reports and I want to hear about numbe two.

  6. Nice job Al. With the upper Mad. closed now (it was excellent yesterday!), it is time to get back to the tying bench and dream of warmer places. Keep up the reports!

  7. Hey Al, way to go!!!!! It is awesome up the creek huge variety of fish. That is where me and Dad(Tone the Bone) caught ours. I missed the Tarpon for the slam that day. Wish I was there right now. Weather in Spokane is almost 60. Tell Hank and Eva hello, and the same to Hermon.

  8. tone the bone

    great job al; pretty exciting stuff. no; actually spectacular stuff. nothing gets your blood flowing and heart pounding like permit. our friend robinette haS fished the world over; even cuba and has never touched a permit. keep the reports coming and go get another mon.

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