We loaded The Great White Hope after work on friday and set her on a southeasterly course.
I woke up to this somewhere in northern floribama.
Sorry Nemo, I couldn't resist.
Our home for the first night comes into view. If you are the kind of person who struggles with navigation even a little bit, you wouldn't have a very good time here.
We found tarpon on the first night rolling in a shallow muddy bay. We couldn't feed one and had to move on the next morning.
On our way we found the only snook we saw all week. Aint he cute?
You are now entering the food chain. We saw tons of crocs, gators, and big bull sharks. This guy was probably 12-14 ft.
We spent the next night at a spot on a river that snakes its way out to the gulf. I have never seen anyplace more sharky. After dinner we rigged a rod with an 8/0 circle hook and some cut bait.
ladyfish head for kyner
If you want to catch a cobia, turns out a ladyfish head laying on the bottom is a good way to go.
The next morning we had to move again, this time we wound our way up a river into a freshwater bay.
Lurker with a little redfish.
The 2 lurkers that followed us out there deserve a medal for bravery.
Our spot that night was the buggiest place I have ever been, as soon as we set foot on the deck, the mosquitos and noseeums descended on us in clouds.
We wolfed our dinner through our headnets and ran for the safety of the tents.
When we got our permit,I flirted with the ranger lady a little bit and scored us consecutive nights at our next chickee.
Now, instead of having to pack up and move in the morning we could get down to some serious fishing.
We split up and went looking for tarpon. I knew I could find them if they were there.
We caught trout all week, they are thick right now. I am not even going to show you all of the trout pictures, here are two.
At this point the pictures get kind of thin. I was pushing us around a corner to a spot we saw on the map that looked nice, and we found them.
They were laid up in the slack on a mud edge. Just like we thought they would be. The 8 got thrown in the bottom of the boat and forgotten. We spent the next two days jumping fish. The night before we landed our fish Stovetop jumped a fish that was probably 160lbs. The poor kid will never be right again.
It is damn hard to take pictures while poling a boat. I don't know how some guys pull it off. The only pictures I have of Stovetops fight with that annimal suck.
I have a sequence of the hook set and one during the fight before the rod popped.
We got up the last morning, saltcrusted, mud caked, and bloodstained. We went out and fished the incoming one last time, and had to leave. On the long ride back I sat and looked out over this crazy place, I couldn't belive that we pulled it off. We did what we came to do.
"Please take a brief moment to answer this question as the ferry approaches the shore.
Do you have the coin to pay for your passage, or the courage to take up the oar?" -the sword
"Dreams are free motherfucker!" -d boon