Blastin' and Castin' in the Texas Outdoors

We havea lot of good times, the road was a drug when we started way back, our wheels rolled on steady, now its forgetting the race to find an open space and leaving that city far behind We’ll be up in the morning before the sun, since anything beats working on the job and everyone knows the early worm gets the fish. The world is your oyster, let the high times carry the low, walk where the sun is shining, lay your burdens down and think to yourself that it sure feels good feeling good again.


Wednesday, December 16, 2009

All Keyed up

So me and preg-zilla decided we needed to step out and get away from the rat race before this baby comes out and makes grownups out of us. So we got tickets and jumped a flight to the Keys to catch up on some fishin’, him & her style.

We rented a little place on Marathon Key on a canal. We fished our little canal every day and caught quite a few species of grunts, snappers, and pin fish up to 15” and about 1.5lbs, prolly the biggest the world has ever known. Scooter also commented that her choice in ‘knocked-up swimming outfits’ made her look almost exactly like an unripe coconut. But she looks good with a full stringer.


In the evenings we had a 5 ft nurse shark that would cruise by and pick up the scraps from our cleaning table. One night I put the hook to her but she broke the line after about a 5 minute tussle.

We got a charter to take the two of us out after a variety of fish in the most beautiful water you ever saw. We fished cuts and flats, huge bowls over 20ft deep, and channels that ran like rivers. We soaked pinfish for tarpon but got none. We saw them roll and saw someone on another boat jump a nice 5 or 6 footer but none for us. We caught a bunch of cero mackerel, tallow tail & mangrove snapper, specs, and jacks. It wasn’t fish on every cast, but when we drifted over the grassy holes it was.

Preggo flats-jacked this nice little jack and also caught a good spec and snapper dinner for us.




There was also another trip out that involved a bargain basement charter, a leaky work boat, a captain with a pretty substantial case of Tourette’s syndrome, some serious foot stomping and yelling of the phrase ‘BONK’, pregnant woman getting violently seasick, several 10-11 inch yellow tail snapper, and two other old Dicks. Sorry no pictures of the wife throwing up on the chum bag. But that is a story better told than typed. Brian, come to TX and I’ll tell you all about it.

As a bonus picture, I submit this:

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