Joined: May 2004
||Posted: June 28 2004,08:08
I heard it, read it and lived it..."the fantasy is better than the reality." I usually invoke this after a bad golf game, skunk fishing trip or other such "This will be great" adventure only to come home broke, tired and hungry.
This month began my "extended hall pass" as the family headed west to see grandma. Fishing, fishing, fishing is my "plan".
My plan for Saturday in the 10,000 islands was to arrive early and fish the rise, have lunch and fish the fall and wait and fish some more. Load up at dark and bask in the memory of all those fish I caught. NOT. I did wake up at dark thirty. Piddled and got to ECity at 7am. It had just rained and the mosquitos were like a blanket of itching powder. "I do not care about the price of that DEET, ring it up" This started the broke part. Played around in the canals off the road and finally got to the launch. Piddled some more as my "usual suspects" had other plans for this day I was going it alone. Hit the regular spots and headed out to some oyster bars I had not worked on previous trips.
It was heating up and I knew I had only caught about one hour of the incoming and knew all hope for a good memory was lost. I was about to turn back and pack it in when I threw to a lonely mangrove bush and BAM! First E. City redfish. Heck, first Florida redfish for that matter. I was tired of reading about the Mosquito Lagoon crew and those whales they catch. 18-inches and fun. I threw back to the same spot and hooked a small snook. Got it close and it shook off.
In the distance I spotted another yaker, maiden voyage, in his new t120 and hollered to him to come over and get in on the action before it turned off. He told me he usually works this same spot in his power boat so that is how he knew to be in that area. He was getting used to casting and paddling and I was happy to know I boated a nice red in front of someone familiar with the area.
I anchored to wait for the tide to go out as I had to locate my forceps! See the "broke" pattern developing. Dropped them fumbling when I was changing lures. I know, I know. "Get a tether of a float". They are secured now. Tide dropped and I found 'em. I had lunch and was going to paddle out to a gulf pass when I thought "it is really hot" and as I was on my last bottle of water decided to pack it in. I broke my rule of "be off the water by noon" as it was nearing two pm and when I got to the launch soaked myself with the fresh water rinse and thought "go home, go home now". I actually listened to my "voice of reason", "common sense" etc. and made it home in time to hit the a local store to restock on cotee jig heads and paddle tail jigs.
Sunday I met Fishhunter for a Card Sound trip. Others told me before hand "nice place to paddle, forget about the fishing". Off the water by 11:00am as the wind was blowing, crowds growing and not a fish to be seen. As we were both Miami bound we put in at the Gables waterway to try for snapper and use up the rest of the day. Still hot. Broke my 12pm rule again but we had a nice breeze and outgoing tide. Home by 3:00pm in time to watch my beloved Texas Longhorns lose the College World Series.
Here is the "fantasy better than reality part" and "lonely" in E. City. I arrived home to an empty house. It hit me. Family is gone for a month. Before it was "family is gone for a month and fish, fish, fish." After the initial anxious moments subside and the thought of "I got to get on the water" passes and I return home broke, tired and hungry I realize it doesn't mean much if you can't share it with anyone.
This month I will miss when my girls tell me "ooh daddy, don't kiss me until you take a shower" or when the younger one says "where is the fish, I want to help you clean it" and when she does the first thing she does is touch the eye ball to make sure it is "ready to be cleaned". My wife just shakes her head and is ready to "start OUR day".
My family won't read this post but everday they will know I miss them. Thanks to Fishhunter for hanging on Sunday. It takes a lot to load, unload, and "yak up" as the 'capn says and do it again on the same day. If your family can't join you take a friend or make an effort to join someone who posts on this board. Now I have another friend to witness me not catching fish!
"One chance, One cast. Make it count"
Perch in Miami