The Volfish was kind enough to invite me onto his skiff in central Florida for some Red Fish fishing Sunday February 13th.
I hit the road for the hour and twenty minute drive to his place.
Timed it just right (about the only thing I got right all day).
'I thought I gave you instructions to leave this shit weather back in Canada' is all I heard as I crunched across the frosted grass and palm tree debris on the front lawn. After some quick introduction we grabbed coffee lined up the rods hooked up the skiff and headed for the launch.
Vol fired up the boat and we where on our way.
I have never fished the Salt in my adult life and shit was coming from every direction. Birds from the sky fucking dolphins from the sea...Fuck.
I thought they where spose to be smart? One fucker came right at the boat and looked me in the eye as Vol swerved to miss it. Dolphin Chicken (dolphin won).
We got to a spot and started to fish. 'Have you ever fly-fished before?' I don't know if that came before or after my fist cast.
Fish where all over the place but I could not see them or I thought I saw them who knows... after some shit casts. 'You don't see the fish do you?'
At this point I am waiting to feel the butt end of the push-poll shove me off the bow of the boat. I suck and I can not see the fish.
blah blah blah... this is a TR and not a whiny bitchy woe is me loser excuses post.
I did see some fish and I felt bad for the Vol cause he kept putting me onto them and I kept fucking up the shot.
Time for some lunch.
Stopped into JB's and watched the boats come and go shot the shit, smoked some cigars and headed back out.
The Volfish was a great host I had a great time just have to bring some game next time.
Thanks man good times.
Let's see if you're truly a man of your word.
And yes, I'm serious. Tom"
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