Odd Man Out
In 1986, my dad set foot on Christmas Island for the first time. It was a grand spectacle with a lagoon teeming with life that had seen little to no angling pressure on it’s seemingly endless fishable flats. Dressed in cotton shirts and an occasional speedo, my dad fell in love with the place and over the next few years, returned to the island 3 more times before I was born in ’89.
Tales of Christmas Island filled my childhood and as I grew older, I dreamt of creating my own. In fall of 2013, those dreams came true as I stepped off the plane on CXI as a destination travel host for the very first time. Today, I help over 100 anglers a year visit the ‘mythical’ location of my dad’s bedtime stories as Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures’ Christmas Island program director.