If you are like me, you are wondering where the summer went and how it could have possibly gone by so fast? I feel like I blinked and it was over and I can’t ever recall a summer that went by so quickly. I think that may be a symptom of a post covid hangover where time has taken on a surreal quality that I am still having trouble processing.

Every so often, I am absolutely floored by a new property I’ve come across and decided to check out. I just got back from such an experience in Northern British Columbia, where I visited the Northern Lights Lodge, in the Cariboo Mountain range watershed. A big part of what got me on a 5-hour plane ride west and then another hour north was the lodge’s heavy emphasis on dry fly fishing in their pitch to get me out to visit them.

We have quite a few guests who ask about the best place to go to catch their first permit on the fly. And seeing as permit are about my favorite fish in the world to chase, I think of myself as fairly well qualified to respond to this question. Because of the highly erratic nature per permit, there is no such thing as a guarantee when targeting this fish, but if I had to only give one destination for this mighty quest, it would be Playa Blanca Lodge, Mexico.

After spending close to a month in the Bahamas in March, I was amazed at the difficulties found in getting around the islands, once in country. Lengthy and unexplained delays, lost baggage and indifferent staff were all hallmarks of my domestic flight experiences last month. The local Bahamian airlines that fly to the islands from Nassau have proved to be even more unreliable in 2022 than they have been in the past and guests need to be prepared for this