My mother came to the French west indies for two weeks to greeting’s us and see how things are going. I had some free time during that time so I brought her twice into the mangrove as she wanted to learn to fly fish.I must say that the first fly rod I have seen belong to her was a Scott rod, I think for small stream fishing. Unfortunately for her she never had really the time to practice. So the rod collected dust for years in our garage and finally had been stolen.Here we are, I’m polling and she’s the gunner on my bow. For a first timer she was pretty good and after half an hour or so of tips and advice regarding her casting “skills” she managed to land the fly almost properly every fifth cast. We headed to a mangrove river for baby tarpon. As I pole she was prospecting each spot … on the right, on the left. “Strike Mom, Strike … missed, ok that was a poon” and it went like that three more times. It was really fun and we laughed a lot about her misses and her surprise each time a fish grabbed the fly. She hooked and kept one on the line for 3 seconds, her record that day.We went back four days later with Jessica too and headed to another area to see if migrating poon’s started arriving. I did see some big fish swirl but the place was the deepest of the spot, about 7 to 10 feet and it was kind of an overcast and rainy morning that made sighting hard with a dark bottom. I assume there were tarpon but didn’t see any backs or dorsal fins. I lost a popper fly on a big barracuda. I suddenly figure out that Mom and Jess were looking at me casting on the bow under the rain and I decide to move before they get bored waiting under the rain for something to happen.A short ride to an inlet for lunch and as I pull the boat on the beach, the area was worked by 6 or 7 baby black tip sharks. I rigged up with 40 lb shock tippet and kinda “green cookie” flies. I land two of them and lost 3 others. These were great little sharks to fight, very strong and jumpy battles. We left the place to go back into the mangroves for one hour. I wanted mom to get her first tarpon. It was already 4 pm but the tide is low, perfect for that spot. Once again she missed 3 poons “trout setting” the hook. Just before we left the place a nice cast from her under the mangrove …”strike mom” Bang!You should have seen that down and dirty strike…any fish would have been hooked. This time, it’s a very small snook. A first fish on the fly has no price. What a great day, her first fish on the fly and my first sharks. Mom will be heading to Madagascar, an island close to Mozambique, south east of Africa to run a resort. This place has a nice fishery and Mom has been hooked since the time she released the snook. She intended to buy a saltwater outfit to fish there…hopefully this time she will have the time to practice and use it like that she can show me the good spots when I go there for holidays.
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i like your style .. some guys would say, “oh man, my mom is coming to visit .. no fly fishing for me .. we are going antique shopping, out to lunch and to see some boring symphony or broadway show.” …. you, on the other hand …. “my mom is coming to visit, maybe we can find some sharks, tarpon and snook!” …………. come to think of it, my mom is coming to visit and what better way to spend time together than striper fishing …. she’ll love it …
Great story and video! Thanks for sharing…maybe you should have used the Jaws soundtrack when fighting them! Thanks again for sharing.
Alexis,
Good to see I am not the only one getting my folks on to some fly-fishing in salt. I had my dad in the Bahamas in spring for his first bone on the fly with the now infamous Bernard. I tell you, this guys could hook up ray charles! My dad had enough after awhile though. Bernard is a hard taskmaster and can cause a bit of stress! He retired to some snorkeling and playing poker with my boys after the first couple of days….which left Bernard all to myself and some major pain for the bones.
Cheers,
Jim
alexis, nice dogfish, what the name of that song? you have some good reggae brotha
That looks like some great fishing and some beautiful spots. Nice job, looks like Mom is hooked on fly fishing
Nice going Alex 🙂 looks like a cool place you live…