Thanksgiving rolls around every year and I always have a lot to be thankful for. But this year I'm just feeling thankful for having broken into saltwater fly fishing three years ago. Since then, I've chased striped bass, bluefish, and false albacore from Jersey to Maine. These fish have taken me on an incredible journey, and I am so blessed to have been witness to some of the most spectacular displays of life in the world. These things go on right under the noses of millions of people who just don't know about them, and yet I get to experience them on a near weekly basis. It's been a remarkable three years. Here's to many, many more. Morone saxatilis, Euthynnus alletteratus, Pomatomus saltatrix, Cynoscion regalis, Sarda sarda... thank you. All of you. And every single person who enabled me to get to experience these fish.
May you never stop running.
(35 moments of zen)
Happy Thanksgiving everybody.
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Thanks for joining the adventure, and tight lines.