I don’t expect a brass band meeting me at the airport, what I expect is my best friend Emil, smiling and saying his usual “…It’s about damn time you got your behind out of there…”
This trip home was packed with adventure from the start. I’m not even halfway through, and I have already had a few (mis) adventures.
A very special guest with us this trip is someone from the Driftless Valley in Viroqua, Wisconsin. A very good friend and fellow fly angler, Peter Cozad.
Peter used to travel the world as both an angler and photographer. Eventually, he gave up being behind the lens professionally and stuck with the flyrod. He is certainly one of Winsconsin’s respected fly anglers, respected enough to be in a G-Loomis Commercial (do a you tube search: G-Loomis Flyrod Creed video).
Pete traveled to the Philippines about a month before I came. He and I coordinated our timings, and at one point, we were even supposed to meet in Hong Kong and fly down to Cebu at the same time. My schedule was pushed forward so that didn’t really work out. Before I knew it, Pete was there with Emil and off we went.
We really didn’t have specific plans on what to fish for, so we went to a friend’s house for breakfast and asked if he could grant us access to a restricted area. The request was granted and the pictures below speak for themselves.
I won’t spend a lot of time explaining things but I can tell you this (the heading does say “A Postcard” after all).
Peter’s milkfish were taken with a 9 weight, my snappers with a 5 weight and my milkfish with a 3 weight.
Hangtod sa sunod nga paglihok sa tubig,
(Till Next Tide change,)
Kit
