Permit Flies: Psycho Ward French Fries

Susan Cocking’s never-ending permit quest continues with a trip to Biscayne Bay, where from all the evidence it can be assumed that she did finally get a permit to eat her fly. She just didn’t come tight. “The next permit encounter would have sent any otherwise-sane fly fisherman to the psycho ward. I am not kidding. I cast the fly a foot or so in front of the fish’s nose and it darted after it. At some point between making a strip on the fly line and then making the next quick strip, Ball said the fish inhaled the fly and spat it out.”

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