Yes, the folks that compared Miami to the Casablanca of Bogart and turbulent, slick, sick money-making deals in sallow shadows may be right. But one thing that has made this weird city not just bearable, but mandatory for me is its proximity to bonefish batallions. One churlish satirical writer was quoted or paraphrastically pinned down to have made the remark that the good thing about Miami was "its close proximity to the United States. " Ouch!
The truth is that Miami is a vital and virile port and portal to all the Americas and some truly great fishing on its very own shores. The whopper bonefish above was caught and released literally ten minutes from downtown Miami. Gamefish slide along the Magic City's beaches and seawalls, yet a quick hop on a jet will have you on a Caribbean island in one or two hours. Just a couple of days after this fish was released, the other snapshot was taken literally sunbathing on Goff's Caye offshore of Belize, post- rum and coke. For me, there's no other way!
Jan
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