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Are you feeling big?
Perhaps feeling small?
I feel luck to be.
To be feeling at all.

F.

THE PLANTATION GRID:


What an odd system of geometries applied to such an odd place.
The river seems a giant painted black as night and cobwebbed in
line work.

RESIDENT REDFISH:


As the fall unpacks her things for an extended stay, the mercury settles a little lower with each 
passing day. It was a punishing summer and I trust I am not alone in welcoming the fall. 
With it comes, the first indications of the true state of our fishery. 


Juvenile redfish spend the first four or five years of their lives packing on the pounds, gorging 
themselves in the shallow salt marshes. Once they've reached a good fighting weight, they light 
out like blue water prodigals only to be heard from over the holidays...
or spawn as it were. 


The little-leaguers that summered in the marshes had it pretty good this year. With local shrimpers and 
crabbers manning skimmer boats, the resident redfish got fat and happy on grass shrimp and blue crab.
However, November is inching closer and with it the return of the breeding stock. You may have a good 
idea of the drama to come if you've ever gone off to summer camp and come home to find your little 
brother can kick your ass.


A number of the guides I've spoken with fear it may be 4-5 years before we begin to see the real fallout 
of the split. I'm guessing BP might be out of checks by that point. 


Let's hope not.


F.

September 5th, 2010: A Shoutout to the Pacific Northwest

* Yo Middle Fork, What Up?!

So this little lurker shows up in my inbox over the weekend along with a few other

glamor shots of the Middle Fork out in Washington state, courtesy of my friend

and fellow architect/ flyflinger Bryan "B-Chill" Chilcote.

This one's for you buddy!

September 2nd, 2010

 thanks Jan

Well, two years after my initial post and here I am..right back where I started in the Crescent City. Currently, I am dividing my time between my passions....fly fishing and architecture. 
I spend the majority of my day planning trips to get flyfishermen onto skiffs and deep into the marsh of southeast Louisiana. It seems a pleasant balance between using the brain and divorcing yourself from it completely. However, this is flyfishing we are talking about...not Nascar. The brain is always working on a lengthening list of questions. 
The more you know about the fish you are after, the longer the list gets.  
It is a no win proposition if you are out to check everything off the list.
So this is the part where the two professions come together. 
 Omniscience is not the goal. 
 Asking better questions and knowing where to find the answers seems to be the key to success. 
I currently find myself hip-deep in that part of the day that drags like a spent muffler. 



Maybe you are too? If you are anything like me, maybe this will help

http://www.drakemag.com/videos/2009-films/242-slam

New Orleans: the Warehouse District

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a quick update.
I have moved to DOLORES, COLORADO (http://maps.google.com/maps?q=dolores+colorado&ie=UTF-8&oe=utf-8&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&um=1&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&resnum=1&ct=image)