The Psychedelic Fisherman-Jimmy Armel

The Psychedelic Fisherman-Jimmy Armel Captain Jimmy Armel is ready to take you out on the “Knot Lucky” which is a 2020 Sportsman 312 Open. For more information visit www.fishingtybee.com

Hey, I’m Jimmy—combat-wounded Army Ranger, passionate fisherman, and someone who believes in the power of brotherhood, healing, and pushing life’s limits. I spent years on the front lines, serving in Iraq and Afghanistan, where I saw the best and worst of humanity. From leading my infantry team in Iraq during the second Sadr City uprising to participating in high-stakes missions like Objective Sta

rk, my military career shaped who I am today. Along the way, I lost brothers in combat and dealt with my own struggles, including PTSD, brain injuries, and everything that comes with surviving the battlefield. But life after service wasn’t the end—it was a new beginning. After being medically retired, I faced the toughest battles of my life. But I found new purpose in helping other veterans and rediscovering what it means to live fully. That’s why I founded Knot Lucky, a nonprofit that takes veterans on life-changing fishing trips to heal through the power of the ocean and the camaraderie we miss from our days in uniform. I believe in giving back, and through Knot Lucky, I connect vets with mental health resources, run incredible offshore adventures, and even tag great white sharks, naming them after the fallen so their memory lives on. I’m also a strong believer in psychedelic healing, having personally experienced the transformative power of treatments like Ibogaine and 5-MEO-DMT. These therapies helped reset my life, and now I advocate for alternative treatments to help my brothers and sisters who might feel like all hope is lost. I’m on a mission to spread awareness about mental health, especially within the veteran community, because too many of us are still fighting battles long after the war is over. When I’m not out on the water, you’ll find me sharing my experiences through The Hub podcast or out on new adventures, like skydiving, hunting, and making epic memories with good friends. I’m lucky enough to have amazing sponsors like Starbrite, Relentless Knives, Waterman Outfitters, The Sua Sponte Foundation, Galbreath Heating and Air, Ambio Life Sciences, and Edwards Graphics backing the mission of Knot Lucky, and together we’re proving that there’s always a way forward. Life’s too short to live in the past, so I’m all about pushing boundaries and evolving into the best version of myself. Whether it’s catching fish, tagging sharks, or running from storms (sometimes literally), I believe in chasing dreams and helping others along the way. If you’re down with fishing, mental health advocacy, or just want to connect, hit me up. I’m here for the good times, the tough times, and everything in between.

Chasing Dreams, Catching Giants, and the Friends Who Keep Us AfloatWhen Tom from Savannah Boat House invited me on a blu...
02/16/2025

Chasing Dreams, Catching Giants, and the Friends Who Keep Us Afloat

When Tom from Savannah Boat House invited me on a bluefin tuna charter with my good friend Clayton Jones as the mate, I jumped at the chance. A few hours after getting the call, Tom and I were headed north. We went five for six on bluefin tuna, an unforgettable experience—but the trip was about more than just the fish.

Clayton: A Dream Chaser

I met Clayton six years ago when he was a young charter captain. We became friends, swapping fishing knowledge, and I wanted him to join me in Savannah. Just as it seemed like a done deal, Clayton told me, “I got a job offer in the Outer Banks to mate on a sport fish—that’s my dream.”

Without hesitation, I told him, “Go chase it.”

Not only did he take the leap, but he excelled. Now, he’s living his dream, raising his son Banks with his wife, and teaching me things about fishing.

Tom: The Man Who Moves 100MPH

Tom owns Savannah Boat House, where Knot Lucky is based. If you’ve been on the island, you’ve probably seen him—always moving, always smiling. He and Kirsten “Marina Momma” Barrow have put on fundraisers for Knot Lucky, and every veteran who comes out with me comments on how welcoming his marina is.

More Than Just Fishing

Both Clayton and Tom knew me before ibogaine—before I became the best version of myself. They never judged me, always supported me, and looking back, friends like them kept me afloat when things were dark.

So, thank you—not just for the fishing, but for living how God would want us to live.

Chasing Dreams, Catching Giants, and the Friends Who Keep Us AfloatTom of Savannah Boat House invited me on a bluefin tu...
02/16/2025

Chasing Dreams, Catching Giants, and the Friends Who Keep Us Afloat

Tom of Savannah Boat House invited me on a bluefin tuna charter, and my good friend Clayton Jones was the mate. When Clayton called and told me we had a weather window, a few hours later, Tom and I were headed north. What followed was one of the best trips of my life—we went five for six on bluefin tuna!

Catching a bucket list fish was incredible, but this trip was about so much more than that. It was about the journey, the friendships, and the people who lift us up along the way.

Clayton Jones: A Man Who Chased His Dream and Caught It

I met Clayton about six years ago when we were both running charters out of the same dock. I think he was 19 or 20 at the time. His North Carolina drawl, relentless work ethic, and natural ability on the water stood out immediately. We became friends, talked fishing nonstop, and shared info that helped us both improve.

At the time, I was running kingfish charters for most of the year, and I wanted Clayton to come work with me. We talked about it a lot, and it seemed like it was the right move—until one day, Clayton asked to meet up.

Sitting across from me at a restaurant, he said, “Hey man, it makes financial sense to stay here and fish with you, but I got a job offer in the Outer Banks to mate on a sport fish, and that’s my childhood dream. I don’t want to blow a chance at a job chasing a dream though.”

Without hesitation, I told him:

“Brother, you’re young. You have an opportunity to chase your dream before most people even know what they want to do with their lives. Go up there and pour your heart and soul into it. If it doesn’t work out, move into my upstairs, and we’ll get you going on your own boat here in Savannah.”

Clayton took that leap—and he didn’t just chase his dream, he crushed it. Today, when I call Clayton, he’s teaching me things about fishing that I never knew. Even better, he’s raising a beautiful baby boy, Banks, with his wife, building a life he always dreamed of.

Tom: The Man Who Keeps It Moving

Tom owns the Savannah Boat House, the marina Knot Lucky is based out of. If you’ve been on the island for more than 30 seconds, you’ve probably seen Tom moving at 100MPH, smiling non-stop. He and Kirsten “Marina Momma” Barrow have hosted fundraisers for Knot Lucky and are always there to help when needed.

Every veteran who comes out with me comments on how nice the Savannah Boat House is, and if they interact with the staff, they mention how welcoming they are. Tom has also given me invaluable advice, and I can say without a doubt that Knot Lucky wouldn’t be where it is today without his generosity and support.

The Bigger Picture

Both Clayton and Tom met me before I went to Ambio Life Sciences to take ibogaine and 5-MEO-DMT. They knew me before I became the best version of myself—and I could be a lot to be around.

But neither of these men ever judged me. They stood by me, offering friendship, support, and positivity—even when I didn’t recognize how much I needed it. Looking back, it was people like them who kept me afloat in my darkest moments.

So, thank you—not just for the fishing, but for living how God would want us to live.

Operation Decker: Don’t let one moment define you. Your setbacks are not your failures—they’re your evolution.There’s a ...
02/11/2025

Operation Decker: Don’t let one moment define you. Your setbacks are not your failures—they’re your evolution.

There’s a reason we call our spot tagging program Operation Decker. Spot tags only record where a great white shark surfaces, but they allow Gold Star families and our supporters to check in “live” and follow the shark’s journey in real-time. Our other satellite tags provide more detailed data, recording the shark’s movements, depths, and water temperatures—information critical for research—but they don’t offer live updates. The spot tag must be applied by hand, directly onto the dorsal fin, making it a more challenging process. That’s why we named this program after Chris Decker—a Ranger who could accomplish any mission, no matter the difficulty.

Chris wasn’t just a warrior—he was a friend and a brother. The kind of man who would answer your call at any hour if you needed him. He got me through some of the hardest times in my life and even introduced me to skydiving.

We’d been out multiple times without even a bite from the ever-elusive great white shark. Every trip, I’d pull up my chart of over 6,000 fishing spots, but something deep inside kept pushing me toward an area I had never fished before—100 miles from our home port. Because of the distance, I knew this would be an overnight expedition.

At 6:30 AM on Saturday, we made the run across calm water to our newfound spot. Two hours in, we had a bite—but I made mistakes, and the fish was gone. We kept the chum line going, and 17 hours later, we got our second chance.

The fight with this 1,000+ pound monster from the deep began. Catching a great white is already a challenge, but fighting one in the pre dawn darkness? That took me straight back to Afghanistan—moving seamlessly in the night, the night that we as apex predators own to deliver justice. There’s a calm that comes when you’re in the element you were built for, when you know, without doubt, that you are exactly where you’re supposed to be, doing exactly what you were meant to do.

When we finally had the shark alongside the boat, it was time to apply the tag. I reached out, but as I did, she opened her mouth wide and went straight for my arm. I laughed—because that’s what I tend to do in life-threatening situations—but realized my arms were too short. I had to adapt.

I locked my thighs into the gunwale, left my feet, and stretched out over the water to apply the tag. My brain immediately ran the numbers—analyzing the angle, the shark’s movement, the force I needed, and the potential outcomes. I calculated about a 30% chance of success. That meant a 70% chance of failure, but I’ve always been wired differently. Where most people hesitate at the odds, I measure risk against necessity. In my head, I was running every possible scenario—how the shark might react, the likelihood of the tag slipping, how much force I could apply before losing balance. In moments like this, everything slows down, and I see the world in percentages, probabilities, and calculated risks. My body followed my mind’s decision—I committed.

And I failed.

I broke the tag. It submerged. It didn’t attach.

On social media, people only talk about successes. The highlight reel. The wins. We’ve successfully tagged six great whites in a row—an unheard-of success rate. When Greg Dornau of Star brite Solutions and I first walked into Gray FishTag Research to pitch a first-of-its-kind white shark tagging program, I was met with natural apprehension. I was new to the fishing industry. Only one other person tags great whites on rod and reel. But Greg backed me up without hesitation:

“Rangers are built different. A great white could come up shooting an AK-47 at these guys, and they wouldn’t flinch.”

We proved ourselves. We are on a mission, and we are good at what we do. But after so much success, you’d think this failure would sting.

It didn’t.

I was forged by fire.

My first day in combat, we were hit by an explosive device less than 20 minutes after leaving the wire. The world doesn’t owe me an easy road, and I don’t expect one. Failure is part of the process. This one taught me more than our six previous successes combined. I learned what needs to change for next time. But most importantly, I learned something about myself.

I reaffirmed that my resilience and tenacity will never be deterred. That no task is impossible. And I learned something new—a failure that, in the past, would have drained me for days… isn’t really a failure at all.

If you take anything from this, let it be this:

Don’t let one moment define you. Your setbacks are not your failures—they’re your evolution.

02/05/2025

The largest fish ever taken within IGFA regulations. Period. With great whites now protected, this IGFA record is destined to stand for the ages.

Weight: 2,664 pounds Line Class: M-130 / All Tackle Angler: Alfred Dean Location: Ceduna, South Australia Date: April 21, 1959 Fight Time: 1 hour Lure/Bait: Porpoise Tackle: Ashaway line; Penn 14/0 reel; Fiberglass rod Courtesy IGFA / igfa,org

Riding It OutThe ocean has been flat calm the past few days, and I’ve been stuck in bed fighting this sickness that’s ha...
01/30/2025

Riding It Out

The ocean has been flat calm the past few days, and I’ve been stuck in bed fighting this sickness that’s had me down. It’s frustrating, but I remind myself how lucky I am—to have a bed to rest in and great folks who help take care of me. Grateful for all of the things. 🫶🏾

We’ve enjoyed the unique beauty of snow-covered beaches and taking in all the stunning sights during these winter days. ...
01/24/2025

We’ve enjoyed the unique beauty of snow-covered beaches and taking in all the stunning sights during these winter days. But there’s no denying it—our hearts are ready to get back offshore, doing what we love most with the people we love most. There’s nothing quite like the open water, the salty breeze, and the adventures that bring us closer together. See you out there soon!

01/19/2025

“We got a lot of attacks during that time. When a rocket came in we’d just dive to the ground and my chain might have broken and the tag came off.”

When Bad Luck Turns to Good Luck: A Bull Redfish SurpriseSometimes the wait for the big one comes with unexpected reward...
01/18/2025

When Bad Luck Turns to Good Luck: A Bull Redfish Surprise

Sometimes the wait for the big one comes with unexpected rewards. While we were out waiting for a white shark to take the bait, Bad Luck Ben decided to change his luck. And boy, did he deliver!

In the calm before the storm of a shark bite, Ben hooked into something fierce—a stunning bull redfish that put up a fight worthy of the spotlight. The reel screamed, the rod bent, and Ben held steady, showing us all that “bad luck” is just a nickname, not a destiny.

The vibrant copper hues of the redfish glistened as it broke the surface, making the perfect highlight of the day. It’s moments like these that remind us that even while chasing giants, the sea always has surprises in store.

Who needs luck when you’ve got skill, persistence, and a little help from the ocean? Nicely done, Ben!

Fishing and Combat: More Similar Than You’d ThinkThere’s so much about fishing that reminds me of being overseas, taking...
01/15/2025

Fishing and Combat: More Similar Than You’d Think

There’s so much about fishing that reminds me of being overseas, taking the fight to the enemy. One of the biggest parallels is the teamwork. Just like on the ground in combat, our fishing team operates as a well-oiled machine.

We share the highs, the lows, the pain, and the victories. We feel each other’s struggles, and we celebrate every hard-earned success. Whether it’s canceling a bad guy’s birth certificate in the middle of a firefight or naming a great white shark after a fallen comrade, our crew has done it all.

Fishing may seem like a far cry from combat to some, but to me, it feels like home. The camaraderie, the trust, the adrenaline, and the mission—it’s all there. And the best part? These days, instead of fighting for survival, we’re fighting to honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice and to create memories that will last a lifetime.

This isn’t just fishing. It’s purpose, it’s healing, and it’s carrying on a legacy. That’s what our crew is all about.

Good morning beautiful world! We will be in the office today, trying to make veteran lives better, one at a time🫶🏾      ...
01/10/2025

Good morning beautiful world! We will be in the office today, trying to make veteran lives better, one at a time🫶🏾

The Majesty of the Great White SharkThere is nothing quite like seeing a great white shark in the wild. The first time I...
01/06/2025

The Majesty of the Great White Shark

There is nothing quite like seeing a great white shark in the wild. The first time I saw one swim by my boat eight years ago, I was struck by a profound sense of awe. In that moment, I truly understood what it meant to witness nature’s apex predator in its element.

The sheer presence of a great white commands respect. These creatures move through the water with an effortless grace, even when their massive frames exceed 2,000 pounds. And their power? Unmatched. Imagine a shark launching its entire body out of the water—breaching at speeds over 30 miles per hour. It’s a display of strength and agility that leaves you speechless.

But it’s not just their power that captivates. It’s their beauty and the mystery that surrounds them. Each encounter with a great white shark is a humbling reminder of how little we truly know about these magnificent creatures and the ocean they call home.

To witness a great white in the wild is to gain a deeper respect for the balance of the natural world. For me, it’s these moments that fuel my passion for tagging and studying these sharks, hoping to better understand and protect them for future generations. Star brite Solutions Gray FishTag Research

Under the Cover of NightThere’s something about heading offshore in the cover of darkness that stirs memories deep withi...
01/02/2025

Under the Cover of Night

There’s something about heading offshore in the cover of darkness that stirs memories deep within me. It takes me back to my days in Ranger Battalion, when we would load the birds in the middle of the night—aircraft filled with the world’s most lethal infantrymen, moving silently, purposefully. We were a brotherhood, united by a mission: to deliver justice to the most evil humans that have ever walked this earth.

The night was always alive with its own energy. The hum of engines, the weight of the gear, and the steady resolve in our hearts. We moved with purpose, knowing the stakes were high and the cost even higher. It was in those moments I learned what it truly meant to trust, to fight, and to sacrifice for something far greater than myself.

Now, as I guide my boat into the vast expanse of the ocean under the same quiet darkness, I feel that same resolve, that same sense of mission. Out here, it’s not about taking life—it’s about honoring it. Honoring my fallen brothers. Honoring the men who gave everything for each other, for our country, and for the ideals we held sacred.

The night carries their memories. It’s a time for reflection, for gratitude, and for carrying their legacies forward. Whether it’s tagging a great white shark in their honor or bringing a veteran on the water to help heal wounds that aren’t always visible, the mission continues.

To those who were there, and to those who still fight the battles within: You are not alone. The night reminds me of that. Every time.

Merry 🎅 Christmas🎄 everyone! Today we celebrate the birth of Jesus who gave his life on the cross to save us from our si...
12/25/2024

Merry 🎅 Christmas🎄 everyone! Today we celebrate the birth of Jesus who gave his life on the cross to save us from our sins. How fortunate are we, to be loved so much? How fortunate are we to loved ones to share this day and other special times with? How fortunate are we to breathe air in our lungs on this beautiful morning? Words of positivity and hopes such as these use to make my skin crawl. I hated myself so much, I would lash out at things close to me, I would hope others were as miserable or more miserable than myself. All because I didn’t like the man in the mirror. After a tough childhood, troubled teenage/young adult years and my early adulthood spent in combat, my brain and my soul were broken. While I never lost my faith in God, I lost all faith in myself. These both can fall into the same category since God lives in all of us. I had created my own prison inside of my head. I was looking outward for happiness and could not find it and was ready to give up and give myself to the ocean. After a lot of crying and praying, I fully surrendered to Jesus, something I thought I had done but in all actuality, I had not. Over the next couple months God let me to Ambio Life Sciences where I took ibogaine and 5-MEO-DMT. It took these medicines for me to feel God’s love like never before and for Him to show me my life’s purpose which is to help others (sometimes we find ourselves helping non veterans as well) and everyday since has been nothing short of TRUE INTERNAL HAPPINESS.
I share this becuase Christmas isn’t pleasant for everyone. Reach out to someone who maybe feeling the holiday blues. Not just today, but next week, next month and so on. You never know, you might just inspire them to fine the happiness that lives inside of them. Even if you don’t get the response that you would prefer, let them know they are not forgotten. And if you’re hurting, please reach out. 540-535-8426
Thank you to everyone that supports what we do here at Knot Lucky Fishing. Star brite Solutions and Gray FishTag Research for supplying the tags. Ryan Fowler of Leak Seekers, Jimmy Bell and Shelia Dudley of 1st Ranger Battalion Sua Sponte Foundation, Galbreath Heating & Air Edwards Interiors, Ambio Life Sciences and Star Tron Fuel Treatment. Special thanks to Fletch Dornau of Starbrite who is also like a big brother/mentor, this all started from an idea in a swimming pool and Turner Austin Burwick of Starbrite who works harder than most and is always full of ideas. And most importantly my momma Barbara Salyer. I love you momma.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR

Meet Skeeter, Knot Lucky’s CEOWhen Skeeter isn’t busy waiting for treats and belly rubs, you can usually find him nappin...
12/22/2024

Meet Skeeter, Knot Lucky’s CEO

When Skeeter isn’t busy waiting for treats and belly rubs, you can usually find him napping on the bean bag with the crew, overseeing operations from his favorite spot.

Skeeter joined our family about 7-8 years ago, and life hasn’t been the same since. He’s brought so much joy, laughter, and unconditional love into our lives. At 12-13 years young, this spry, happy pup keeps us all smiling every day.

He may not bait hooks or reel in the big ones, but he’s an essential part of Knot Lucky’s mission and spirit. Here’s to Skeeter, the real MVP! 🐾

On Veteran’s Day the amazing folks at Service Brewing gave Eric Cox and I some hockey tickets. At the game we met Miss C...
12/20/2024

On Veteran’s Day the amazing folks at Service Brewing gave Eric Cox and I some hockey tickets. At the game we met Miss Carol. I talk about Knot Lucky Fishing everywhere I go so folks don’t forget about the struggles that veterans face on a daily basis. Carol told me about “roll up blankets with a built in pillow” fabricated out of plastic bags which means they wont mold and are easily repaiable. She asked if we could get them to homeless vets in Savannah and I told her I had the perfect man for the job. I hit up Bad Luck Ben and he hit downtown and got over a dozen of these roll up blankets to our local homeless vets. Thank you Service Brewing, Miss Carol and Bad Luck Ben for being outstanding humans that care about others and show it. 🇺🇸🎣🤙🏾

On December 26, 2023 Eric and I had the honor of tagging and naming a great white shark after Army Ranger Kevin Pape. Ke...
12/19/2024

On December 26, 2023 Eric and I had the honor of tagging and naming a great white shark after Army Ranger Kevin Pape. Kevin was taken from us during the same mission where Eric was shot in the face. Kevin was the epitome of a Ranger’s Ranger—steadfast, courageous, and a true leader.

This shark, tagged just off Tybee Island, carries Kevin’s name to honor his legacy and remind us of the sacrifices made by our brothers. Six months later, the tag surfaced off Norfolk, Virginia, providing invaluable data and continuing Kevin’s story in a way that feels deeply meaningful.

Kevin’s memory lives on in our hearts, in the work we do, and now, in the waters these majestic creatures call home. Rest easy, Ranger. We’ll keep running towards the fight.

At Knot Lucky, Fishing is Just the BeginningAt Knot Lucky, we catch a lot of fish for our veterans—but fishing is the sm...
12/15/2024

At Knot Lucky, Fishing is Just the Beginning

At Knot Lucky, we catch a lot of fish for our veterans—but fishing is the smallest part of what we do. We are so much more than rods, reels, and the thrill of the catch. We are a family. A family that looks out for each other, helps each other, and most importantly, loves each other.

The saltwater has a way of welding bonds as tight as those forged on the battlefield. Out there, when the waves crash and the salt stings, you remember what it’s like to rely on your brothers and sisters, to laugh together, to heal together.

True healing happens when we look out for one another—when we put love, trust, and connection above everything else. Knot Lucky is not just an organization or a team. It’s made up of warriors who would lay it all on the line for each other.

At Knot Lucky, we’re family first.

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