I make it to Florida(west Palm Springs ) for a training class. I was getting paid to come and shoot guns, how to make that any better; bring my rods! I had been more excited about the fish I was gonna catch in the surf than I was the class. So I get here buy the two license salt and fresh water.
First day something breaks my line, second day hit fly shop 30lbs tippet I'm set. I hit the beach whoohoooo! It was the worst butt kicking I have ever had. But I don't give up. Head to canals only to be hunted by
So that causes me to run away and I break my BVK rod. Yup broken. So far Ive caught zero fish in Florida. Rod $200 broken rod fleeing from giant lizard priceless!
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
― Hunter S. Thompson