There's just something about a kid that loves fishing- you can tell that it is a born attribute, not an acquired taste. It's in their eyes, hands, and soul- the excitement they feel when a jack whisks by the seawall or a snook is spotted in the shadows. Kids like this are blessed because they have a passion-something that moves their soul. It will always be with them, no matter what happens, no matter where they go or what they do. My own father never had "the fever", but I did. He had his own fever- for building, drawing, and all things mechanical. Mine was for fish, words, minds, and faraway shores.
But, back to "The Kid", "The Fishin' Kid". He was a complete natural with his big fishing background to deal with and fish with the Jupiter Genius and my friend, Captain Butch Constable. I could not have a better mentor to refer to not just for teaching refined technique, but also for providing a fishing experience so rich, knowledgeable, and productive. Based on my experience with Butch, I couldn't think of anyone more suited to "The Kid." Given a winter day with simply reasonable weather, Butch put him on countless mackeral, giant jacks, and sharks. In the summer, Butch served up endless snook and bonito. Whatever Butch provided in finny nourishment, "Fishin Kid" gobbled up.
Jan
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