The 6th Annual Legends of the Fly Tournament

October 27, 2022

The Legends Of the Fly Tournament celebrates all things fly fishing in the Tidewater Virginia area and the sixth annual occurrence this past October 15^th was no exception. They came from as far away as Long Beach California to fish the slam style, saltwater, fly fishing only, catch and release tournament that raises funds for Project Healing Waters Fly Fishing and Seal Kids. PHWFF Participants, their Boat Captains, and other anglers fished from the Outer Banks to Rudee Inlet on the southern end of the Virginia Beach Boardwalk to the islands of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel for stripers, redfish, and speckled trout.

This tournament is the brainchild of John Fall, PHWFF Vice President of Donor Relations, and his lovely wife Suzanne. Eight years ago they found themselves volunteering at their first PHWFF event and it’s been a love affair for the entire Fall family that includes their three children Davis, Sydney, and Harrison. They created the tournament out of their passion for both fly fishing and giving back to Veterans and their families. It’s planned and executed every year on a shoestring budget by the Falls and their small, dedicated, hardworking board of Volunteers.

The Tournament itself is a one day, three species slam style tournament fished by both PHWFF Participants and anglers from all over Tidewater Virginia who sign up early to ensure a chance to compete. This year the public and PHWFF entries filled up two weeks before the day of the tournament. Veterans are partnered with Volunteer Boat Captains from the local saltwater fly fishing club, Virginia Coastal Fly Anglers, private boat owners, and professional guides. Over the years these pairings have created relationships renewed with vigor every year and the hope of finally taking home the grand trophy given to the angler who catches the largest combination of the three species. Strategies abound among the various teams and few details are discussed out loud at the Captain’s Meeting on Friday night but there are huddles and whispers among the teams that entire evening. When the sun comes up on Saturday morning teams will be all over the area plying their tricks, trying those strategies, and slipping into their secret honey holes hunting that lunker. It’s a catch and release tournament so anglers are required to photograph their catch, release that fish unharmed, and turn those photos in by 4:00 p.m. that afternoon.

The reception and awards banquet held after the tournament is a wonderful example of great Southern hospitality held at the Fall’s home in an older, beautiful section of Virginia Beach. This is where the anglers, donors, supporters, and fans of the causes being supported gather to talk about the fish caught, the fish missed, and just how much fun they had that day. Along with delicious barbecue and fixins, the fare includes freshly shucked Lynnhaven oysters, historically sought by Presidents, royalty, and dignitaries. While you watch Chris Ludford of Pleasure House Oysters easily shuck the briny delicacies, you learn more about the history and life of these creatures than you ever imagined possible. One-of-a-kind trophies created by Justin Williams of Fishburn Art from Staunton Virgina are presented to the winners of the Slam and largest fish of each species.

This year David Hissom, Participant/Volunteer from the Hot Springs Virginia Program won the slam category and Robert Misiaszek from the Tidewater Virginia Program won for the largest redfish caught. The trophy presentations are followed by heartfelt testimonials by both PHWFF Participants and SEALKIDS representatives. SEALKIDS is a national nonprofit organization that supports children and families in the Navy SEAL community, mainly through academic testing and tutoring. You can learn more about this important organization and the wonderful work they’re doing at www.sealkids.org.

As if a great day of fishing and a wonderful evening of authentic Southern hospitality isn’t enough, the fundraising efforts are always a serious part of this event. It has attracted donors and supporters of all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds who’ve come back year after year to be a part of the cause. Suttle Motors of Suffolk, Virginia, ably represented each year by Larry Preddy, has been a significant supporter since the early days of the Tournament. Wes and Liz Seigler of Seigler Reels have been tremendously generous in guiding our Veterans and providing reels for our auctions. Speaking of the auction and the raffles: Each year, various Vendors such as Mossy Creek Outfitters, Siegler Reels, local fishing guides, and private donors offer equipment, trips, and prizes. Typically, there are boxes of saltwater flies tied by local anglers including one full of flies tied by PHWFF Participants. And each year, Tidewater PHWFF Program Participant and accomplished knife maker Jim Vogel has contributed a knife to the auction. This year, his contribution was special and straight from the heart. We lost one of our crankiest and most beloved Volunteers in the Tidewater Program. Noel Horne, a good friend to all who knew him, passed away this summer so Jim dedicated his knife to the memory of Noel this year. He writes:

This knife was made as a memorial to my Friend, Brother, Mentor and Guide, Noel Horne.

When I first got involved with PHWFF, Noel took me under his wing. He taught me a lot about fly fishing. He was my guide on several fishing trips. I enjoyed and valued the time we spent together and often start many stories with “Noel, Robert and I…”

This knife is my way of saying “Thank you” to Noel and PHWFF.

This knife was made with no glue or pins. The hidden tang of the blade was pressed into the antler. This method was used by indigenous peoples and Mountain men. The antler is boiled to soften it then the tang of the blade is pressed in. This process is repeated until the handle is fully seated. The softened antler will harden as it cools/dries and locks the blade in place.

The blade is 3.25″ long, .85″ wide, .075″ thick, made from recycled power hacksaw blade. Over all knife length is 8.75″. Blade design is a modified Kephart style. The handle is Virginia Whitetail antler.

When it came time to take down the tent, fold up the chairs, and pick up all the trash we were sad to see it done. It had been a great day on the water and a pleasant evening with good friends, old and new. Everyone had done their best to raise awareness and funds for the causes and plans for a bigger, better tournament next year are already underway. You can bet your last dollar many of us will be right next to John and Suzanne to, as she said, “Keep doing this as long as we’re able”.

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RICHARD NEEDS TO BE HERE TOO

July 23, 2022

Richard is a Man of Faith. And when he served, he was a Warrior. A man who saw the ugliest, the worst parts of war and combat, over and over, and survived it, now lives with it.

Richard is also a striking looking man. He’s six foot four, has a long, salt and pepper beard down to his chest. His size, deep voice, and serious demeanor hide the fact that he really is a gentle man who’s found a lot of support in his faith and belief in his Father. We’ve talked about that more than once and I’ve always admired him for that.

I met Richard on one of those many phone calls I get from folks interested in our Program. He had been introduced to Project Healing Waters when he was undergoing treatments at Walter Reed Hospital. When he was getting ready to leave after completion of his treatment, the PHWFF folks he’d met there told him he should call me when he got home to Virginia Beach and connect with our local Program. So he did. He told me how much he enjoyed fly fishing and how he’d grown up fishing and hunting in West Virginia. He sounded like another perfect match for who we are and what we do.

Richard’s first meeting at our Program was very memorable. He walked in and the minute he spoke I recognized him from his voice. He covered most of the door space when he walked through it and asked if he was in the right place. I assured him he was. As soon as I introduced him to the rest of the folks, everyone started in with the typical Service/Veteran banter that always goes on in a group like this. That particular day, the questions and the good-natured banter were being led by David, a retired Army Sargeant Major, who’s what I call a “five by five”. Barely over five feet tall and getting too close to five feet wide if he’s not careful. “Did you serve?” “Yes”. “What Branch?” “Navy.” “What did you do?” “Special Forces.” “Oh, a Snake Eater, huh?” The banter went back and forth like that and started to get pretty rich when I decided to join in. “Wait a minute folks” I said. “Do you realize this man could kill you with a table napkin?” They stopped dead in their tracks, even David. Somebody said, “Oh Yeah, that’s right” and the banter started right back up. Richard had been accepted by the group.

We went on several local fishing trips together, gradually branching out as Richard’s skills improved. He loved the fishing and never got tired of telling me about his family, especially his son and daughter, and how they practiced their faith together. I was impressed with how well Richard had come back from some awful combat experiences, the loss of Teammates and Comrades, and seemed to have acclimated to civilian life without too many noticeable scars, especially the emotional ones. He just avoided talking about has service experience and given the nature of what he did, I accepted that and just enjoyed whatever he would share.

We even got to go to Montana to fish some great streams together and meet some wonderful people who support what we do. I knew that was a special trip because on the last night, after we’d had dinner with our guides, taken our last group pictures, and started heading towards our rooms for the evening, I looked out across that big Montana landscape towards the mountains. I remember knowing then why they call Montana ‘Big Sky Country’ as a full rainbow settled right in the middle of my view. It was perfect and just one more time I was grateful I get the chance to do this and get to know people like Richard.

A while later Richard fell off the radar. I reached out to him, and he told me he and his wife were having some troubles and that he’d decided to go back to West Virginia for a while to live in his cabin. Later I found out he’d actually been living in his truck, a big old duallie, that still isn’t big enough to fit a man his size and was really struggling emotionally with the loss of time with his children and his wife. Like many in his former line of work, he chose to stuff all those emotions, to lock them away somewhere, and not talk about them, even though on the rare occasions we would talk over the phone I would ask him if he was getting any help.

Finally, I got worried about him enough that I reached out to my good friend Bubba not too far from Richard there in West Virginia. I told Bubba how worried I was for Richard and asked him if he would contact him. Like I knew he would, Bubba had Richard planning fishing trips and going to PHWFF Program events that very day. I was relieved.

I stayed in touch with Richard as much as I could by phone. At some point, the darkness that was becoming so much a part of him seemed to lift a little. At least to the point where he started to share some things with me. He told me he had tried to end it all. Obviously, he had not been successful, and I was immensely glad about that. I was still very fearful he might try again. I asked him if he would be willing to tell me his story. This is what he said:

“It wasn’t all the memories that finally brought me to the point I wanted to end it all. It was all the pain and suffering I was going through because of my marriage. I still love my wife, and really missed my time with my children, and I just came to believe I couldn’t do it anymore.

I decided to go down to Pungo Ferry and do it there because I knew it was far away from crowds and I wouldn’t disturb anyone. And the whole time I was making the decision to do it I kept saying ‘I just can’t do this anymore Father and I believe this is what I am supposed to do. If it isn’t please give me a sign.’ That whole day I just kept asking my Father to give me a sign.

I went down to Pungo Ferry at four in the morning after several days of not sleeping. I had no idea that the city had bought the property and had turned it into a boat launch. I was completely surprised to find it swamped with people launching their boats to get out before sunup and do some fishing. The place was packed. My plans were foiled for the next couple of hours so I just kept asking my Father for a sign. Should I do this or not? After the boat launch finally cleared I got back in my truck and looked for a quiet parking spot to do what I’d come to do. About that time a Game Warden came along. He recognized me and my truck from the past when he’d given me a ticket for some minor thing. He drove up to me, asked me how I was doing, and then just started talking to me about fishing and hunting. We talked for nearly two hours before he said he needed to take off and look like he was working. By that time, the boat launch was crowded again so I had to wait. I think I may have asked my Father for a sign at least one more time during all of this.

Finally, late in the afternoon, the place cleared out. I backed my truck into a spot that was out of sight and made the decision to go ahead and do it. In my mind my Father hadn’t sent me the sign I needed to tell me not to yet so I put the gun to my head. Just as I did that, lightning struck the ground 20 yards away from me. It scared the hell out of me, drew my attention towards it, and blinded me from the flash. All I could see was what I call a welder’s flash of green and every hair on my body was sticking straight out.”

At this point in Richard’s story, I had to stop him. “Are you telling me you didn’t recognize any of the signs your Father was sending you all day long? The crowd at the boat launch, the Game Warden, the second crowd, and then the bolt of lightning?” What more of a sign do you want Brother?” Richard smiled that slow, knowing smile of his and continued.

“I don’t know why but I hadn’t recognized any of these things as a sign. In fact, I wasn’t even sure that the lightning bolt was from my Father. So I stuck the gun to my head a second time and just then, a Team Mate showed up and told me I wasn’t going to do that today. I had forgotten I’d written a suicide note and left it with my soon-to-be ex-wife. She had contacted my ‘network’ and at least a dozen Team Mates were all over the city looking for me.

At that point I finally realized my Father didn’t want me to take my own life. And I’m completely convinced of that now.”

And so am I. You can imagine the goose bumps on top of goose bumps that were all over me as I listened to Richard tell his story. And we both had tears in our eyes.

I’m so grateful Richard wasn’t successful. I’m even more grateful he blessed me with his story. And I’m convinced that indeed, his Father didn’t intend for him to die that day. I’m convinced that Richard, like Walter, and so many men and women I’ve met these days doing what I do, have stories to tell that just may help someone decide they’re worth living. They’re worth not ending it all and indeed, they have something to give to themselves, their families, and all of us. Something very special.

Richard needs to be here too. We all need to push through the discomfort, maybe the fear, and certainly our own experiences to listen to Richard’s story and all those like it. We need to be there for the Richards, the Walters, and the Janes, in our lives. I’m convinced without a doubt that doing that makes me a better person and helps me heal just as much as it does them. Thank you, Richard.

RICHARD’S AFTERWORD

Richard is still struggling with his demons, with the hand life has given him now, but he’s convinced his Father doesn’t want him to take his own life. The last time I talked to him, he told me he’s spending the summer with his daughter, spending as much time with her as he can by the pool and doing what they enjoy most. He knows that many life issues take time to resolve themselves so he’s working on accepting that.

I can tell you he seems to forget all these issues when he’s on the stream. At least from the outside but, then again, Richard is a perfect example that many of our wounds are not visible. My prayer for him is that he finds the help he needs in time, uses the peace and the distraction we offer him through fishing events and is able to come out the other side the man I know he already is. He just needs to realize it and embrace it himself.

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