Archive for March, 2009

Fishing Tip: be still

Monday, March 30th, 2009

One of my favorite verses from the Good Book is: “Be still and know that I am God.” It’s a clear directive, one that asks us to set aside the distractions of daily life to ponder the wonders that surround us, ultimately attributing them not to some serendipitous series of cosmic events, but to a Divine mind. Regardless of your beliefs, as an angler there is wisdom in taking moments of silence to reflect on your surroundings. Too often we attack fishing spots without pause, overlooking telling signs and clues…not to mention natural beauty. On a recent trip with a friend we took a quiet and thoughtful approach, drifting slowly across an open bay before sighting (and ultimate hooking) a 100+ lb. tarpon…a fish we never would have seen had we attacked the spot aggressively as we normally do. Point is, there is wisdom in taking the time to stop, observe and think. The best anglers are the most attentive anglers, and to be attentive you must be still.

Shallowfish gets a mascot

Friday, March 20th, 2009


Our new puppy PITA (yes, it’s an acronym) is proud to represent Actually, that’s not true. PITA pretty much sleeps and poops and could care less about what we do as long as we keep the Milk Bones coming.

In like a lion…

Sunday, March 15th, 2009

I’ve been remiss in my posting…my apologies to steady readers. Been busy, but I did get out last Sunday with Joe, back into ENP. Was a slow day for quite a while. We managed 10 or so small snook, all of them under slot, and a chunky little jewfish. But down the stretch we did well, with a nice redfish, a big ole snuke on a topwater plug and scores of missed opportunities. We had to hoof it for the ramp as the sun fell, leaving the hottest bite of the day. Grrrr. I’ll be thinking about the mammoth redfish that were trying to ingest our plugs for some time. The highlight of the day? Drifting into a quiet cove and finding a 100+ lb. tarpon laid up in the shallows, casting to it with light tackle, and hearing my spool erupt like a dentist’s drill gone mad. We didn’t have a camera ready, but I can still see the big ole gal frozen in mid-air before she spit the lure back at me. My hands have stopped shaking and my pants have been cleaned, but I still flinch at quick movements. :-)

Slim pickings in paradise

Monday, March 2nd, 2009

Headed into the Glades this past Friday with MoJoe and his two brothers Kevin and Marty (Notre Dame grads, all). Marty hopped on my little skiff, which I hadn’t taken “down south” in a number of years. I was sporting the two new custom rods Joe built for me and my wife – the boy makes some sweet sticks. On the trip down, Joe was gracious enough to keep his 21-foot teleporter under light speed, so he and Kevin stayed within sight. We had precious little action – probably 12-15 smallish snook between us, and one frightened-looking little redfish. (Marty had a shot at a hulking red that sawed at his plug a couple of times, but no dice – lots of muted cursing ensued). In the end, a mounting wind chased us off the water, but not before we had lots of laughs, a beer or two and some of the best damn pork tenderloin sandwiches this angler has ever ingested. (We can’t fish worth a lick, but we can eat with the bets of ’em). Post trip Joe and I admitted, as we always do, that we are hopelessly in love with the Everglades…even when she’s difficult and moody.