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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.

07/03/2025

Ayahuasca Journey 6 – The Medicine Will Always Give You What You Need
🌿💫✝️💙

Last night, I took 80ml of ayahuasca, thinking I needed to go back into battle with my ego from the night before. I thought I was ready. But the medicine reminded me of a deeper truth:
You should never go looking for a fight unless it’s to defend the vulnerable.

Instead of war, I was met with peace.
A quiet, sacred stillness unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

After some time in that serenity, I went to the bathroom and purged. Back on my mat, the rest of the night unfolded like a prayer. Love washed over me. I thought about the blessings in my life—my family, my friends, the mission I’ve been called to fulfill through Knot Lucky. I thanked God over and over again. For His grace. For His people. For the chance to serve.

I felt the warmth of the church we’ll someday build.
A community built on healing, love, and faith.

Then one of the facilitators said something that hit deep:
“Jimmy, you are pure love. The life you’ve led, the pain you’ve suffered—and you’re still a beam of light around the center these last two weeks.”

That brought tears to my eyes.
If not for the way my mother raised me, I don’t know that I’d be capable of this kind of healing.

I’ve reconnected with my inner child—the sweet kid who loved everyone before the world tried to harden him. I’m bringing that light forward now, and I want it to shine on everyone I meet. Because love cures all.

God created everything out of love. Somewhere along the way, we forgot that.

As I prepare for my final two ayahuasca and two Bufo ceremonies, I walk into these days with a heart wide open. I trust the facilitators, mistras, and mistros at Arkana with my entire being. Their work is sacred. I am so grateful for them.

And to Tim—thank you for believing in me and sending me here.
To Juan—brother, your insight and honesty have changed me. I’m forever grateful for your friendship.
One love. 💙

—Jimmy

06/29/2025

Bufo + Ayahuasca Night Three: Love, Peace & the Path Forward
🌀🐸🌧️✝️🌿

I’ve done Bufo (5-MEO-DMT) before. It’s a powerful medicine from the Sonoran Desert toad that dissolves the ego and connects you with the divine. But this time… was different.

Billy, the provider, asked my usual dose. I said 20mg. He heated the glass, I inhaled, laid back—and exhaled my entire reality.

I felt everything all at once—especially fear. But it wasn’t bad. It felt familiar, like childhood fear. And after the fear passed… came bliss. I saw the bigger picture of my life and everything I’ve endured.

When I returned to my body, it was raining. I went outside barefoot, felt the earth beneath me and the rain on my skin. I held my cross and gave thanks to God. I’m becoming the best servant I can be.

That night’s ayahuasca ceremony was different. I didn’t want more—I wanted less. Billy said, “Everything in your life has been extreme. What would you tell 3-year-old Jimmy if he were here?”

I paused… “I’d tell him to take less. Kids need protection. They shouldn’t push limits.”

He looked at me: “That little boy is still inside you. Love him. Protect him. Honor your intuition.”

I started with 40ml of aya. No visions—just peace. On the second call, I added 10ml… and that’s when it hit:

Love. Love. Love.
I saw my nephews—Isaiah and Noah roughhousing, Abram being wild, Jeremiah Lee and Raine radiating pure light. My sister holding Jeremiah, Raine’s face full of joy. Just love.

I’ve never felt that kind of happiness.

As the ceremony ended, I gave thanks for this peace—a peace I’ve never known.
I’m healing. Growing. Learning to love myself like I would that little boy inside me.

And through it all… I’m walking with God.

—

06/28/2025

Aya Night Two: Bearing the Weight of the Cross
🌿✝️🙏🏾💚

Tuesday night was one of the most brutal—and most beautiful—nights of my life.

Night one: 55ml over 3 doses.
Night two: 60ml all at once.

I clutched the cup, gave thanks to God, and asked Him to help me focus. As the visions came, I felt His presence—a cool breeze on my sweaty skin.

Entities appeared. Fear crept in…
But I remembered what Ibogaine (the father plant) taught me:
THE FEAR IS NOT REAL.

So I leaned in.
Shaking. Rolling. Violent purging.
Processed foods. Sugar. Shame. Sin.
All of it leaving my body.

Then—
I felt blood running down my head, a crushing weight on my shoulder, and judgment all around me.

I was carrying the Cross.

I was spit on. Mocked. Laughed at.
Just like Jesus.
Just like the Facebook comments 😂 (come on, I had to).

I felt humbled to bear that weight.

Back in the maloca, pain hit my hips hard.
I had to be helped to the bathroom.
I was weak—
But inside…
I felt stronger than ever.

As the shamans sang, I dropped to my knees and prayed:
“God, I am Yours. Use me to do Your will.”

At the sink, I whispered:
“Jesus was healing people… and they killed Him for it.
Why do we judge those who help?”
🙏🏾 “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do…”

I laughed and told Billy:
“I love this sh*t!” 😂
Then said:
“Love. Love. Love.”

Billy brought cool water.
I missed the second dose.
I looked at him and said:
“I want 10ml more.”
More work to do.

I lay there—exhausted, nauseous…
But closer to God than I’ve ever been.

To everyone back home sending love—
I feel it out here in the jungle.
Your support lifts me.

I’m ready to carry the weight.
Because He carries it with me.

✝️💚
“God, I am Yours. Use me.”

06/26/2025

Aya Night Two: Bearing the Weight of the Cross
🌿✝️🙏🏾💚

Tuesday night was one of the most brutal—and beautiful—nights of my life.

The first night, I drank 55ml of ayahuasca over three doses. Tuesday, I took 60ml in one dose. As I clutched the cup, I gave thanks to God and asked Him to help me focus. When the visions came, I felt His presence—a cool breeze touching my sweaty skin. Entities began to appear and fear crept in… but then I remembered what ibogaine (the father plant) taught me:
THE FEAR IS NOT REAL.

So I leaned in. I asked God and the medicine to take me as deep as I could handle.

Discomfort took over. Shaking. Rolling. Then violent purging. Processed foods. Sugar. Shame. Sin. All of it leaving my body. It was chaos I couldn’t explain—but I knew something was being reborn.

I begged God to make me a master student of Him, so I could better guide others to His light. As I focused through the storm, I felt blood running through my hair, a crushing weight on my shoulder, and the sound of laughter and judgment surrounding me. I was being spit on, beaten, mocked.

And then it hit me:
I was carrying the Cross.
The Pharisees judged me—just like the Facebook comment section 😂 (Okay, I had to throw that in there. No one takes them seriously. 😊)

But truly… I felt what Jesus felt: being condemned for spreading healing and love. And I was humbled to bear that weight. As I returned to the maloca in pain, especially through my hips, I had to be helped to the bathroom. I was weak—yet inside, I felt strong.

As the shamans’ songs echoed through the hallway, I felt like Jesus rising from the tomb. Even as I purged and prayed on my knees, I thanked God.

Then, bowing my head on the bathroom floor, I clutched the cross my best friend Ryan gave me in my folded hands and whispered:
“God, the Creator of all things, I am Yours. Use me to do Your will.”

Standing at the sink, I whispered:
“Jesus was healing and spreading God’s love, and they killed Him for it. Why do we judge those who try to help? Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do…”

I stood, wiped my face, looked at Billy and laughed, “I love this sh*t!” 😂

Then I spoke out loud:
“God created all things out of love. We’ve lost sight of that. We need to spread love. Heal people. Serve people.”
And I just kept saying:
“Love. Love. Love.”

Billy brought me cool water, and I realized I missed the second dose. I looked at him and said, “There’s more work to do. I want 10ml more.” He helped me back to my mat.

I lay there exhausted, nauseous… but closer to God than I’ve ever felt.

🙏🏾 To all of you supporting me back home through your kind comments, messages, and texts—thank you. You make this journey easier. It brings me great joy knowing there are people out there who care. Your love is felt out here in the jungle, and I’m carrying it with me every step of the way.

I know now—I’m ready. I will carry the weight for those I help, because He carries it with me. I will be a better man. A better Christian. And I will help others heal.

✝️💚 “God, I am Yours. Use me.”

06/22/2025

Headed to the Amazon 🌿🛫

In just a few hours, I’ll be deep in the jungle, sitting with ayahuasca for the first time. Eight ceremonies. No distractions. Just me, the medicine, and the wild.

This isn’t a retreat. It’s a reckoning.

I’ve done the hard work. I’ve fought wars both overseas and inside my own mind. I’ve turned to the ocean. I’ve turned to God. I’ve found healing through Ibogaine, 5-MEO-DMT, and the power of connection—but the work never stops. This journey is about going even deeper. Peeling back the final layers. Facing whatever is left.

Ayahuasca is ancient. It’s not a party drug. It’s a truth serum. It shows you exactly what you need to see—and strips away everything that isn’t real. I’m nervous. I’m ready. I’m walking into this jungle to find more light—not just for me, but for the ones still lost in the dark.

To my brothers and sisters still hurting: I haven’t forgotten you. I never will.

See you on the other side. 💚🐍🔥

06/21/2025

For those who gave their heart to the war—it’s time to fill the emptiness left behind by a twenty-year conflict.

Don’t sit in the darkness alone. There are others like you. I’m one of the lucky ones who found my way to the light… and I’ll keep going back into the darkness to help lead others out.

You didn’t go into combat alone—don’t fight this war alone either. 🖤

I got this image from my good friend Sally, who I met during my last trip to Ambio Life Sciences. While I continue fighting in the trenches, getting veterans out on the water and into the healing process, Sally is taking the fight to Capitol Hill—working to get psychedelic medicines legalized.

This mental health war is fought on multiple fronts, and we need committed operators fighting at every level.

06/21/2025

Headed to the Jungle With Protection From My Brothers 💙🙏🌿

Ryan stopped by today to say goodbye before I leave for the Amazon to sit with ayahuasca for eight ceremonies. Not only did he come to wish me well—he came bearing gifts. And they were nothing short of amazing.

First, a necklace with St. Christopher—protector of travelers—because, as Ryan said, “in case things get bumpy en route to Peru.” 😂

Then, a set of prayer beads with Christ on the cross. “For when things get bumpy on your journey,” he said. “Because this is a bigger job.” 🙏

And finally, a wrist compass. “In case things get squirrelly and you need to break contact back to Savannah—Eric, look up that azimuth please, brother.” Without missing a beat, Eric replies: “347 degrees.” 😂😂😂

Ryan closes it out with, “Now Jim… if you end up in the trunk of a car, get a call off to me or shoot a ‘911’ text. I’ll come with whatever I have. And if all else fails… I’ll blow it in place.” 💥😂💙

Not sure I’ve ever received more thoughtful gifts… or laughed that hard receiving them.

I’ll carry your strength, love, and faith with me into the jungle. Can’t wait to see you when I get back, brother. 💪🌍🧭

06/19/2025

🎉🇺🇸 Happy Birthday, 1st Ranger Battalion 🇺🇸🎉
Grateful to Have Served With the Best

There’s no greater honor than having served with the warriors of the 1st Ranger Battalion—the most lethal and disciplined gunfighters on the planet. We were forged in fire, hardened by war, and bound by an unbreakable brotherhood.

We don’t just carry rifles—we carry each other. Always have. Always will.

The battlefield may change, but our creed never does:
“I will never leave a fallen comrade to fall into the hands of the enemy.”

That promise lives on—even after the shooting stops. When the war ends, the healing begins. We continue to fight for those still struggling in the silence, and we carry the memory of the fallen with every breath we take.

To my brothers: I see you. I love you. And I’ll never stop fighting beside you.
To the ones we lost: Your stories live on in everything we do.

Rangers Lead The Way. 🧵⚔️🪖

06/18/2025

I founded Knot Lucky to fill a gap.

For those stuck in the dark—where there seems to be no way out—I’ll come sit with you. And I’ll go back as many times as it takes, until everyone finds the light.

Because I was in that darkness. From childhood until I was 39. I didn’t believe the light even existed. It felt hopeless. But when I finally found it, I knew I had to return to the mess and help others out.

Ibogaine and 5-MEO-DMT at Ambio Life Sciences showed me the light. For the first time, I felt true internal happiness. I physically felt God’s love. That moment revealed why He kept me here.

I used to be so angry at God for not letting me die. Now, I rejoice every morning I wake up, because I know He’ll let me come home when my work here is done.

I’ve lived a lot of life—
Served with the Army Rangers, the most elite and lethal infantry force in the history of the world.
Been shot at, blown up, nearly beaten to death…
Jumped out of planes, satellite tagged great white sharks, built a business from the ground up, and met some of the most kind-hearted people God ever created.

All of it led me here—to this mission.

If you haven’t found this peace yet, I pray you will.
Because when you finally feel it, it’s a beautiful thing.

🖤
— Jimmy | Knot Lucky

06/12/2025

I haven’t been off the water this long since 2014… and I’ve been feeling it. 😅🌊

But that changes tomorrow—we’re finally heading offshore, and I’m stoked to take two active duty Rangers out for a day they won’t forget! 🎣⚔️

Out here, it’s not always about healing. You don’t have to be struggling to come fish with us—you just need to be active duty or a veteran. Sometimes it’s about unwinding, reconnecting, and just being around your people. Brotherhood doesn’t need a reason. 💪🏽🔥🙏🏽

Can’t wait to get back on the water. Let’s run it!

06/10/2025

🔥 What an epic night at our Low Country Boil! We sold over 120 plates and raised a whopping $40,000 for Knot Lucky! 🙌 This wouldn’t have been possible without our incredible donors who stepped up in a big way. A massive shout-out to Veterans United Home Loans - Savannah for their generous $8,000 donation, Delta Dental of California for their incredible $10,000 contribution, the Gary Sinise Foundation for their amazing $5,000 donation, and my buddy Steve for his generous $5,000 gift!

A huge thank you also goes out to all our amazing raffle donors: River Supply, CRC Guns, PSA - Summerville, Bolts & Bullets Gun Shop, Sharon Ulman, PSA - Savannah, Dodie’s Frozen Dinners, Davis Produce, Donatos, Dr. Ralph Davis, East Coast Paddleboard, Precision Fi****ms, Black Rifle Coffee, Boomys, Debellation Brewing Co, On Tybee Tyme Vacations, and Rebecca Rowell.

You all are the true MVPs, and we can’t thank you enough for helping us make waves in supporting our veterans! 🌊💙

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