Forget the Druidic celebrations at Stonehenge and forget the longest day! Floridians have "been bakin' " in the bacon for at least a month, day after day. Summer swelter's heat felt everywhere down here. More of a time for early and late, stay in the shade, think back on Spring, forward to Fall, and catch tarpon in low light before it's white- hot. As you rest later, you might just think every so often about 'canes- so what! "Quiere una maragarita, Senor?" " Si, con much gusto, y un Mojito!" Broken spanish, a slow stretch, and lazy in the shade!
Day off today to fight the fishy bloats from prior success which threatens to oversate and the pursuit loses the magic and challenge, unless stressed to absurd levels. Part of the art of angling is knowing when not to fish, regardless of the fishing! Take it from me, 2000 bones and 1000 tarpon later.
Gratitude and gratification run high this year with last Friday's release of six silver kings from 75 to 125 pounds. The retrospectoscope winds back three weeks as the airco blows welcome chilly blasts at 8:30 a.m. and pulls up Deadman's Cay and Sam Knowles where my partner and I- me, 70 bonefish released and he, 50 bonefish released- logged our best three day flats fishing trip ever. In May, more blessings based on solid prepping at Southern Cross Club in Little Cayman, where streams of variety- jacks, triggers, snappers, tarpon, permit, and plenty of bones- culminate in a flats Grand Slam. Back up the 'scope to April with Tad VanDerMark off Flamingo guiding us to who-can-count-'em numbers of large seatrout, some topping four pounds!
With a peek forward to BC salmon, rocketland redfish, fall stripers, and Ascencion Bay, who could ever complain? A traveling angler's life for this scribe outshines The Star of India!
Jan
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