Why Poon?

Hearing anglers talk about personal fishing addictions is almost always pretty damn cool. Whether it's the rush they get casting big foam to a wild trout gorging itself along the bank....

...or participating in man and 12 weight versus tarpon....

.....or feeling the crunch of a steelhead throwing it's weight in to the sculpin that you just swung through his house...

There's just certain things in fishing that are better than others. Over the past few years I've started to like flats fishing more and more. There's just something cool about seeing a big fish in water so shallow that it barely covers it's back, and knowing that unless you put your fly on the money, your chance of catching that fish is nil.

No feeling is more gratifying than landing the fly softly, right in front of his nose. Twitching it once, maybe twice, and then having that permit or bonefish tip up, or watching the black abyss of a big tarpon's mouth open up and envelop your fly after a few steady, slow pulls.

It's not long now...