Some wise old coot once said, "events presage themselves" - an observation I heartliy agree with. Last night SOFLA began experiencing the fall high tides as well as those same waters coming under the effect of a new moon. As the water flooded part of the parking lot of Haulover Park Marina, nine manatees eased along halfway ashore on one ramp and began a splashy mating ritual. On the other side of the night as dawn approached, the winds picked up out of the northeast to around 20 m.p.h.
These conditions made me shift my angling strategies away from open water tarpon to the Biscayne Bay bridges. The results were scanty: one tarpon spotted in the downtide shadows and one snook strike on a soft plastic. No large finger mullet schools were in evidence, although I saw a few "fingers" darting here and there in their usual frantic defensive driving life. If these conditions continue, we should have a fall mullet run soon- or the whole thing could revert back to a sultry summer.
It's daylight now. The skies are clear and dotted with circular clouds. The winds are up and the trees are rocking back and forth. It's usual for me to be led around nose-first by my inspirations- a state that often feels good but creates lots of eventual free time as well. But, just for today, I'll call September 7th the first day of fall.
Jan
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