Sunday, February 12, 2006

'Buncha Fronts!


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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