Well I suppose it is official now that a few winter days have graced our presence here in South Florida………….old man winter has indeed arrived with vengeance.
The arduous task of dragging out all the wintertime gear makes for some fun times. The re-rigging and untangling of duck decoys, collecting all the yuppie waterfowl apparel, the nights of tying spools of leaders, the late evenings of trying to untie the damn sea anchor, riggin outriggers, tying extra kites lines, charging q-beams……………………the list could go on forever. Combating this with the lovely 3AM wake up calls to hit the marsh in 40 degree weather to wait for a poor bird that flew from Northern Canada just meet his match in some sawgrassed swamp is obviously not for everyone. Most of this stuff is only for the clinically insane.
I suppose tradition has its roots dug deep into our society, and some traditions have deep pockets. Every year I always chat with some birders or Audubon folks and they continually shake their heads at some of these said traditions. Yet what the average person does not understand is that some of these hunting and fishing organizations provide more money for conservation then one would typically expect. Vast wetlands and shorelines are salvaged every year because of these organizations. It is a interesting crossroad where animal activist and fisherman/hunters coincide with similar opinions and interests.
Every angler and hunter should reach out to the numerous organizations that they feel represent their voices. It is unfortunately with shame many avid outdoorsman do not participate even if it is fiscally. Such organizations include:
While I enjoy the cooler weather anything below 70 degrees is beyond what this Florida cracker can tolerate. Days certainly like the ones we are recently experiencing almost make me wish I was sitting on the pole in 90 degree weather waiting for the next string of poons to come down the line……………………but winter comes with a nice change of pace. So many options for us here in South Florida, I can tell you there is not one day I take it for granted. Those slick calm wintery days are typically spent in the skinny water while those blustery, frigid days are either spent in the blind or on the edge.
Sometimes…………all the traffic and headaches of the societal life in the concrete jungle are worth the proximity to the fishery I really enjoy year round. As most everyone knows it is all about location, location, location.
Some days are made for duckin in the marsh………
Some days are made for fishing the edge…………
sometimes crafty gadgets are a must……………..
brand new 86 enclosed bridge Merritt……….one amazing piece of machinery
other days are left back to my grass roots in the skinny…………….lots of training days recently
one day with Miami’s own bonefish mastermind Captain Joe Gonzalez………he spent most of the day with rod in hand which was a nice change of pace
the winter season is well underway at this point I guess a few months of cooler weather can be tolerated………..