Few people, much less anglers, get deep enough into the weather. It's usually extends for most citizens to comfort, choice of clothes, and effects on activities. For me, it's a fascination-every last bit of it! My sourgraping over lost fishing time has been nicely sublimated into ardent studiousness- so much stuff!- fronts, clouds, showers, thunderstorms, hurrricanes, the winds (or vinds, as the Count vould say). But today and for the foreseeable future-what a conundrum!-there's the fronts.
A front to this fisherman is a winter visitor from as far away as Canada- kind of a bit of Kris Kringlish flatulence, the Man Who Came To Dinner, Grandma's Mothball Kiss: we're forced to deal with it as it spreads its own enveloping charateristics into our tropical midst. All fronts are different and have their own special stamp, just like a snow flake. I'm choking this blog with a butterly collection of frontal (yes, both senses) images. This partcular specimen-as he lifts it with continental-sized tweezers- is cascading through the Gulf with near freezing temperatures as it passes through and into Florida, the Northwest Caribbean, and the Northern Bahamas. Comment from Acklins- "See mon, we're still sunny." Sure, until later today, or not!
This particular front will surely be a shallow water "temperature- dropper", a particularly good time to reawaken from its slumber, " Once Upon A Time In Cozumel."
Jan
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