JDR Productions says: Holy Contrails – I spent three days with the central Texas fly fishing club in an environment as wild and pure it gets. After an overnight commute 40miles in the mothership, we reached our fishing grounds: the Chendeleur Islands. We deployed in 2-man teams in 12ft microskiffs to target redfish with instruction from the captain not to go beyond VHF range. After day 2 of fishing from the skiff, I got creative and waded up to what I thought was a school of feeding reds to find myself on foot in a murky cove full of feeding sharks. Forgetting I had a bloody Kevlar glove in my pocket from beer-infused shark fishing the night before, one bumped my leg and it was definitely time to get the hell out of there. After calmly escaping that situation it was time for a cold beer to soothe the nerves. To our surprise, this was the sunset that greeted us as we headed back to the mothership. The many jet contrails lingered in the sky until it was dark and it was undoubtedly the best sunset I’ve ever witnessed.