Everglades Fishing – Captain Ned Small

Ladd Stevens on the foredeck. Just another miserable day in paradise. Here’s a few photo’s of some of the fish he caught.

Here’s a few pictures of Farrow Allen and some of the fish we caught over the past couple of days. I messed up a good shot of another big red, and the biggest snook broke us off under the mangroves, alas, no picture of that one. Lots of smaller fish that we released without taking pictures. The sandflies are voracious on dawn patrol! I would say bring you calyptous oil but I can’t spell it.

 Conversations edged up to the Christian Right, Harry Potter and the way young people read, Edgar Allen Poe, (under the covers, at age nine, the complete works by flashlight,) and Kafka at age eleven. Essay form, (it should have a beginning, a middle and an end.) Micro flies on the Delaware, trout fishing in Carolina and Tennessee, (who knew.) Montana, of course, and Colorado. The merits of cold water wading for trout, crowding and spawning, and the recruitment of juveniles into the sport. I admit to steering, a little, the conversation.

Nine juvenile tarpon struck, or jumped, one landed, a half dozen snook, all around twenty inches. Ryan, if you are serious about trading trades, I might screw up the courage to do it, send me an e-mail and we can work out the details. I really enjoyed your company and I figure I can trust anyone who can cast as well as you can, while keeping a transcendental focus on the fish, the mangroves, the technique and the conversation, all at the same time. Thanks for an enjoyable morning, Everglades Style!