A few minutes later Ollie stopped his car in front of a site so beautiful that it made me want to cry.
There, at our feet, was the blue Pacific Ocean with huge rolling waves (it’s not for nothing that Hawaii is the cradle of surfing!) The sun was just starting to descend and the extensive beaches took on a rose/violet color. We sat on one of the rocks and I stuck my fingers in the container of “Poke”, trapped a morsel, brought it to my mouth and there my friends… total orgasm! The piece of tuna completely melted in my mouth; for the next hour we blissfully stuffed ourselves, it was obscene. Between mouthfuls, Ollie mimed fishing stories that had us doubled over with laughter. What a talented guy. If only I were a film producer! He then stopped playing the clown, reached for his bag and retrieved little plastic sleeves with bizarre lures.
” I made these” he said.
I had no idea what to say. These flies were probably the ugliest things I had ever seen; they looked like pieces of carpet that a clumsy child had glued together with glitzy multicolored fibers. Absolutely nothing to do with the “professional” flies, elegant and perfectly painted, that one is dying to buy at first sight.
“You see this Fleche, this color imitates bla, bla, bla… ” Well, those horrors made me want to get out of there… finish the “AWESOME” Poke, and run. I thought that there, frankly, Ollie was taking me for a tourist. Returning home I continued to think that until last night, when he sent me a photo of an incredible trout that he caught, he said to look closely at the mouth of the fish. And what did the trout have in her mouth? OLLIE’S FLY!!! Not only is this guy the best fishing guide in the region, he’s a damned terrific innovator and creator of flies.
Ollie my friend… I take my hat off to you!
