remnants of summer……..

Well as it seems the summer months are behind us once again. Those sticky glassy calm days of seeing tails from 100 yards away and getting killed by skeeters are no more. Stiff winds and dropping water temps are becoming the norm. Thank god there are A LOT of good memories to carry me over…………….it had me thinking how great this last few months of fishing had truly been.

those cloudy iridescent sunrises are some serious motivation for the soul…….

some mornings are more special than others……….particularly in Everglades National Park

on quite few occasions some old friends paid their much obliged respects……

One mid morning we were deep in the backcountry looking for a few tailing bones and stumbled onto one of those scenes from the National Geographic. The kinda of instance where you might rather sit a watch as opposed to bringing a fish to hand. Dozens of fish rose like sweetwater trout sipping on mud guppies and shrimp. It was remarkable, big fish mixed with small fish, pops, slurps, slow rolls……………..and after many minutes that felt like hours we decided to break the silence.

others were spent with the family in tow…………..(look closely you can actually see my wife coming tight on a group of mudding fish right below the tip of my push pole)

other days were spent with the guys…………and on some occasions some serious trench diggers came to hand



Yes indeed it was a good summer but winter does come with some welcome changes, waterfowl and spindlebeaks.

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