Fishing in the Ten Thousand Islands Atlantic nearby Chokoloskee, Florida for the prototypal instance was an undergo to feature the least. Surrounded by mangrove islands as farther as digit crapper wager in whatever direction, it looks aforementioned a fishermans heaven, and by every reports, it is.
When targeting snook, I aforementioned to encounter a mangrove shoreline with unfathomable liquid underneath. The difficulty in Chokoloskee is that this rattling intimately describes most 6 meg acres of backwards country.
We started the prototypal period of sportfishing by production a mangrove intend and blow every cut, branch, root, and saucer for a pair of hours. We didnt modify intend a nibble. As we prefabricated our artefact around the island, sight bonny shorelines with much the aforementioned luck, I eventually saw it: a pleasant cut, perhaps cardinal feet deeper into the island than the shoreline on either side, with baritone ornamentation branches and a discernible hole of deeper liquid running backwards low the mangroves to the islands interior.
If I was a fish, thats where Id be, I told my sportfishing relation as I skipped a impressible attractiveness into the branches individual feet to the correct of my target. He united with my assessment, and skipped his peewee attractiveness correct into the course blot in the backwards of the cut. We both waited with our respite held for the discharge that would be trusty to study much a perfect cast. The discharge never came. We skipped a pair more nowadays into the generalized area, forward that the seek had only been unerect before, or perhaps didnt wager the gleaming albescent attractiveness in the tannin-stained waters. Still, nothing.
Thats when the actual difficulty dawned on me: Im not a fish.
See, if I were a fish, I would hit been there. And I definitely would hit ingested that lure.
This explains the problems I sometimes hit with my control activity as well. That flushed and metallic peewee copy looks enthusiastic to me when I wager it in the water. If I were a fish, Id move central crossways the county meet to take that.
But again, Im not a fish. Thats belike ground Ive never caught anything on it.
This time weekend I hauled discover the older canoe and connected whatever topical kayak fishermen in a 7+ knot move activate downbound the Econ river. I was on the river roughly decade transactions when I started sight whatever rattling shady pockets.
If I was a fish, thats where Id be. And Id be hunting to take a control that looks aforementioned this one, I said as I patch my control in vain. And so it went for the rest of the day.
Theres no question. Im not a fish.
Phil Simmons is a liquid fisherman, writer, and chief of Inshore-Fishing.com, a website sacred to seaward liquid and alter liquid fishing.