BY ANDREW NAVARRO
HUNTINGTON BEACH — I showed up in-between tides after the low and got straight to work with the one fly dude I’ve been seeing weekly now. We both had the beach to ourselves, and I’ve been noticing more crabs on the smaller side on my last few outings, and even though I got one on a large crab profile last week. I wanted to downsize a bit and experiment a little like I read on one of Glenn Ueda’s write-ups. That dude’s pure inspiration.
The night before,I flipped my house upside down in search for the handful of handties I’ve built and held onto throughout the years.
The first sighting was within the first five minutes. I made the cast, and like many times before that, nothing. But as long as you don’t spook them, you can pitch right back until they disappear into the wash which is exactly what happened. I was optimistic but no-go fish after fish. This went on for the next four hours. What can I say? Tricky fish, indeed, but my determination is a resilient one if you don’t know how I roll.
