
I don’t want to ever make an excuse for a seagull. However, the fly line was transparent.
Casting 60 to 70 feet of line into the surf becomes a little monotonous. But it is monotonous in a good way. When you get into a rythm, the double hauling becomes effortless. The only interruptions are strikes from striped bass; which are delightful, as far as interruptions go. Good, long casting does require a bliders-on focus. That is why it is good to stop, intentionally assess your surroundings, and then start back up again.
The seagull (referenced earlier) was a part of my surroundings that unintentionally became a significant part of my focus. Gliding along at a pretty good clip, it ran into the belly of my sailing fly line. The density and force of the shooting 9-weight line was too much for the shorebird to overcome. Its flight path took a sharp arc downwards into the calm ocean below. Well, it was calm before the surprised bird frantically attempted to regain its bearings and dignity.
Don’t worry. The seagull was fine. If anything, that little ordeal with my 9-weight line was better for it than eating McDonald’s french fries and cigarette butts. As seagull do.









