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My seven year old nephew Brenon came to hang out at Red fish camp this weekend. The kid is hilarious. It was a nonstop barrage of questions like ,"Who do you think would win in a fight between Wolverine and Shredder? A question that has been plaguing me since I was seven. He would then go on to explain, "Wolverine of course! You see while Shredder may have access to a seemingly endless supply of foot solders which would make him seem like the obvious choice, all of the foot solders in the world are no match for Wolverines quick healing ability, adomantium skeleton." Thanks buddy for clearing that up for me, now i can rest easy. Try as you might you just can't keep up with him.Eventually we were all at a loss for answers. So we had no choice but to take him to Sector 6. That place is amazing. Every sq. foot is covered with something to jump on, fall into or swing from. While there we caught up with Captain Al Keller who was able to give us a couple pointers on how to carry oneself while at Sector 6. Thanks Al. We had an awesome time hanging this weekend. I'm pretty sure Brenon will be back for halloween and i know he can't wait because he showed up Friday wearing his costume. Who is he going to be for halloween? ..............Who do you think?   
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It can be very easy to get caught up in our day to day routines sometimes and forget about the beauty that surrounds us. If you can remember to stop and look around every once in a while you can find something amazing in the most unlikely of places, people and things. In early July we were fortunate enough to spend a few days with Patagonia photographer Andrew Burr.He joined us in Eastpoint,Fla and was given a tour of the area by a few of the R.D. boys. "Grit water" has never looked so good as it does through the lens of his camera. We at Red Fish Dynasty would like to thank Andrew for taking the time to remind us of just how fortunate we are to do what we do and we can't wait to have him back.  Capt. Cody Cash living it up in East Point,Fla Ninja or shinobi are legendary assassins who existed in feudal Japan between the 15th and 17th centuries. They were know to have supernatural abilities some of which include extra sensory perception, invisibility, shapeshifting, the summoning of animals, control over the five elements and a complete mastery of an arsenal of weapons. A proper fishing guide will possess all of these skills and more. Captains Travis Huckabea and Cody Cash Moody of the Red fish dynasty clan are two such guides. They have spent this past summer judo chopping and ninja kicking every tarpon in Florida that was unlucky enough to cross their paths . I have never actually set eyes on either one of these elusive masters but it is rumored that they have been spotted somewhere in the waters from Venice,La. to Biloxi marsh using their understanding of these ancient arts to stalk and acquire the red fish that their clients desire.  After a brief instruction from sensei Huckabea Jenna was able to land this red fish with a well aimed and flawlessly executed flying crane cast  Riley is on his way to becoming a marsh ninja himself  Rich demonstrating the dark art of ripping lips  Capt. Cody Cash focusing his uncanny powers of perception to summon this Black drum  Jason a deciple of Capt. Cody Cash joins the Dirty thirty clan After a summer Tarpon fishing in Fla. it's nice to be back here in New orleans fly fishing for Reds again. So far we've spent the the first couple of weeks getting things together at redfish camp adding a few creature comforts such as ac to try to combat this Louisiana heat. Had a particularly amazing day fishing Jeff Monsein. It began a little slow the light being poor early on but we made the best of it blind casting poppers for a while and our efforts were rewarded with a few hits. Conditions improved a bit just before noon and we found ourselves staring at a giant bait ball with a mixture of reds and jacks. Jeff landed a nice jack to start things off. Once aboard, both the hull and Jeff were quickly covered with blood as the fish had been hooked in the tongue. We snapped a few quick shots to document the carnage washed up and pressed on. It was about this time that Capt. Jason Rucker spotted a large shadow along the edge of the bait ball. He called out to Jeff , " Eleven o'clock forty feet !!! " After a few false cast Jeff shot it, let it sink and began twitching the fly. The shadow broke away from the bait ball pursuing the fly and seconds later his rod tip was bent but I don't think the beast knew she had been hooked yet as she kind of meandered toward the skiff to investigate the situation ,changed her mind and calmly headed back for the bait. She made it about twenty feet from the skiff when Jeff reeled in the slack ,it was then that she felt the tension and made a spirited run to the south taking Jeff well into the backing . After a good ten minute fight we were close enough to get a decent look at her. She breached and shook her head violently ,it was then that Captan Rucker muttered that has got to be a record fish and all chatter on the skiff was replaced with an intense concentration. Jeff fought her angling her head back and forth drawing her closer to the skiff but every time she got a glimpse of him standing on the bow she would make another run causing his reel to scream. Finally after a thirty minute fight she was along side the skiff and Jeff was able to swing her to Captain Rucker and that was when the real struggle began. Captain Rucker reached in to tail her but could not as she was too large to get a grip on. Placing both arms under her belly he tried to haul her into the skiff..........once........twice........three times and finally she was over the gunnel and on board. She was a monster. We stood and stared in amazement at the size of her.............Well so far we've covered blood and sweat that leaves us with tears. What could possibly make a man salty after the epic sequence of events that had just unfolded. Well,as it was now time to find out just how big this monster was we learned Captain Rucker had lost his Boga grips overboard on a previous outing and Jeff who did own a pair had removed them from his pack earlier that very morning and left them on land. After a few choice words and some finger pointing back and forth Captain Rucker heaved the giant fish up once again and handed her to Jeff and I was able to take a few shots of her. After a few more expletives over the lack of Boga grips she was placed back in the water. Once she had swum out of sight we shook our heads in unison smiled and proceeded to whack reds for the rest of the afternoon. All in all an great day Boga grips or no. We will be guiding Jeff again in a few weeks and I personally can't wait knowing that monster is still lurking out there some where.  New orleans fly fishing    someone anyone please send capt. jason Rucker a pair of 60 lb Boga grips so this will never happen again.
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