At first light on Friday, Joe and I left the dock at Chokoloskee to recover my misplaced angling mojo. We found some…but it was all Joe’s. I held my own for a time, but as the day wore on he caught fire. By mid-afternoon I was rummaging in the hatch for a flame-retardant suit.
Though big fish eluded us, we did have some heart-pumping moments. Early on, with the sun still low, Joe was bending down to release a plug-caught jack when a thick bull shark shot out from under the boat and sawed the fish in half. We were pretty skittish while releasing fish the rest of the day.
We didn’t keep a tally, but we (OK, he) caught scores of fish and saw several over-sized snuke blow out ahead of us. Weather was incredible, with a bluebird sky from dawn to dusk. It’s not overstatement to say I’ve never seen a prettier day “down south.” Crisp temps, active snook and redfish, big laughs, and sections of water as smooth as polished marble. Another classic day of Glades angling…and another stack of good memories.