Everglades Fishing – Captain Ned Small

Wayne got me a quota permit for the Big Cypress so that I could wander about in the prairies hunting snipe and pissing off the deer hunters. There were no snipe for the first two days but I just got a report from one of my pals that a big flight came in today. I’ll be out there in the morning, hopefully, it bein’ a weekday, there won’t be too many armed riflemen in the trees to agitate.

Yesterday as I left Turner River, there was a road block on highway forty one, there was a bad accident at forty mile bend and they were steering everyone away from the straightaway. Who knew it was the last Nascar race of the season at Homestead and everyone from Everglades was tearing across South Florida for the Races? There was a bad wreck at 29 and 41 the night before, the one at forty mile bend and then another when Luke and his entourage were returning from the race and plowed into a herd of hogs at,  guess where,  …forty mile bend. The hogs are all messed up and so is the van but everyone riding home from the races is alright.

Things have settled down a little tonight, just a few of us stragglers shootin’ pool at the Rock Bottom and that one guy that couldn’t aim his shot because he only had one eye. It was OK though because he had the missing eye replaced with a yellow glass orb with a Harley Davidson logo on it.