Dozer
Bouts with trouts
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What started off as an idea turned into quite an amazing journey into one North Americas most diverse hot spots this last week. With the important things packed such as bail money, road beverages, passports and gear we embarked on a 25 hour drive south to where the pirates are.
It was Florida spring break - luckily we were at a motel where the average age of folks was somewhere up in the retiree cohort and the REAL wild ones stayed up until 10 pm - peace, calm and a bridge to fish off not even 100 meters away - paradise. The trips itinerary was heavily focused on exploration, fishing and experiencing what Florida has to offer from the more natural side of things. Being the biodiversity hot spot it is, there was something to look at and poke literally around every corner. And that something typically had spines, thorns, razor sharp teeth, poison, venom, spikes and various combinations of the above thatcan will damage you in one way or another.
The first three days we spent relaxin' around the motel - walks on the beach, nursing hang overs, tending to tomato red burned skin, following the tides and fishing by the bridge. We've been here before, as youngsters, however now the focus has shifted and we're a little more die hard in terms of fishin'. Countless hours were spent fishing the bridge - when you're so close what reason do you have to leave? The bridge always put out. Each day it gave us a reason to stay another 3 hours because of something we saw or hooked into. We caught lots of small fish - the big ones were just too big and strong and one of two things would happen - your line would snap or the bugger would go into the bridge support pillars.... either way you lost it. I must say though, it was refreshing to have my knuckles busted from the pin on the hot and heavy hits the big ones gave us.
Salt trout - sharp needle like teeth.
Salty bass.
Mother Nature has some beautiful curves.
It was Florida spring break - luckily we were at a motel where the average age of folks was somewhere up in the retiree cohort and the REAL wild ones stayed up until 10 pm - peace, calm and a bridge to fish off not even 100 meters away - paradise. The trips itinerary was heavily focused on exploration, fishing and experiencing what Florida has to offer from the more natural side of things. Being the biodiversity hot spot it is, there was something to look at and poke literally around every corner. And that something typically had spines, thorns, razor sharp teeth, poison, venom, spikes and various combinations of the above that
The first three days we spent relaxin' around the motel - walks on the beach, nursing hang overs, tending to tomato red burned skin, following the tides and fishing by the bridge. We've been here before, as youngsters, however now the focus has shifted and we're a little more die hard in terms of fishin'. Countless hours were spent fishing the bridge - when you're so close what reason do you have to leave? The bridge always put out. Each day it gave us a reason to stay another 3 hours because of something we saw or hooked into. We caught lots of small fish - the big ones were just too big and strong and one of two things would happen - your line would snap or the bugger would go into the bridge support pillars.... either way you lost it. I must say though, it was refreshing to have my knuckles busted from the pin on the hot and heavy hits the big ones gave us.
Salt trout - sharp needle like teeth.
Salty bass.
Mother Nature has some beautiful curves.
