I told Wayne, “I can’t go to the meeting!.”
I said, “I’d get thrown out!”
Wayne said, “What’s your problem, man?” and then …
“It’s O.K. to get thrown out, it’s a badge of honor,
let’s go to Leebo’s and get drunk first. Then we can go to the meeting and get thrown out.”
It starts in ten minutes.
The issue is, do you want those backountry places, where we seek refuge and other even more important things, to be riven with a traffic lane, marked by bouys and marker posts and bathroom facilities. Laundry hanging out. Platforms. Barbeque. Inadequately buried garbage from kayakers who disobey “Park Orders,” and try to bury their trash, and it get’s dug up by possums and raccoons and strewn all over the place. And this is supposed to enhance the “wilderness experience?” What happenned to orienteering? Finding your ‘Own Way?’ I thought that was the best thing about the Everglades?
James Garland, on his first trip in the Everglades, picked a windy and cold day to go prospecting. The wind was howling, visibility was destroyed by scudding clouds, we caught a few snook and this herring. James Garland, tarpon on fly, Everglades style!
We’re catching snook and reds too but we’ve become fascinated with catching blacks. Here’s another from today, caught by Brett Mcrae, after patient and diligent pursuit. These fish are not easy but I’m finally beginning to believe you can actually catch them with some consistency.
Glead Hirschi, laying down the fly rod law on a school of black drum.
This ones tied on a Mustad “Tarpon,” #2, in stainless, ‘C68S SS.’
Bob and Mike Muder have been rounding up the snook. Here’s Mike with one of many they caught over two days in the Everglades.