Wifey just wants to lay in the sun at the beach. She tells me that for some reason it just makes her happy. Fair enough. I can do the beach for about 20 minutes and then I am looking for something to do, so little dude and I try to build a sand structure. We fill the buckets with crushed shells, tip them upside down and dig a moat around the cone shaped sand only to be toppled by his chubby little baby toes. Repeat.
Beach day is awesome, just enough breeze to keep the sweat from forming on the top of your lip, bright sun tanning our dry mountain skin and just enough cloud cover to give you a break from squinting. Perfect Florida weather…. 16 hours pass.
Laying in bed I look at the red numbers on the clock and realize that I might have had one too many cocktails at happy hour. My skin is a little tender from beach day and a tinge of heartburn stings my throat. I smacked the alarm just as it reaches 5:30 and walk out of the room. While lathering on SPF 50 i am thinking about the shots I might get at Tarpon, Snook, Permit or Bonefish. I can hardly wait. It is the right time of year, all the reports are great, the fish are here, “just got to stay calm and make a good cast” I say to myself.
The windows to the east look over the bay and the American Flag is not drooped silently like the morning before. In fact it is violently flapping, making a slapping noise. “Really?”
“maybe it is still calm on the gulf side” “maybe we’ll go into the back country” “or maybe we’ll just go for a $600.00 boat ride” all these ramblings go thru my head.
Seems like more times than not this happens to yours truly. And although I have been blessed with great days on the salt my fingers are always crossed when there is a charter booked well in advance.
For Thanksgiving wifey and I went to FLA to visit her parents. It was a fun trip and I had very little intentions of fishing. But, her dad surprised me with a half day trip he lined up with Frank Catino. I was pumped, I called Frank and chatted about what we would be fishing for. He responded with baby tarpon, snook and jacks. Awesome. Baby Tarpon Rule
The day came and wouldn’t you know it. Cloudy, very very windy and a high probability of rain. It was the day after beach day HAHAHA. Dave and I hopped in the car and went out anyway. Frank was at the launch and ready for us. We motored through a Manatee zone and chatted about the fishery on the Sebastian River. The Sebastian River is a very cool fishery I never knew existed. You can catch a Bass and a Snook in the same section of river. Baby tarpon grow up in the river and the scenery is much like a jungle.
We battled the wind blind casting at rolling Baby Tarpon and moved the fly under pilings looking for big snook. We ended the day with a few Jacks, lady fish and a Mayan Cichlid. It was a great trip and I learned a lot about an area I had never known. I like to believe that it is the fish gods putting me through the ringer. Pay your dues and you will be rewarded. Fair enough. I haven’t fished in saltwater enough to have everything go perfect and I don’t mind getting beat up time to time. The wind certainly is making me a better caster. Although there are some people who would disagree with that. Thanks to Big Dave for putting together a quick trip and also for all the rum punch that we seemed to consume. See ya in the salt.