With both boats hauled and painted, the lobster traps just about done and no murder case to sit through and not judge, I’ll just have to run through the paces until I head to Florida tom. Word has it that the tarpon are making their way up the east coast; the snook are starting to show on the front beaches; still a couple of reds in the river; and the wrecks are all loaded with permit and cobia. Not that I’m keeping track or anything.
Since 9 11 traveling with any kind of a fishing rod has been a pain in the ass. Not to mention that TSA is more than happy to un-cap and break the tip on any flyrod they can. Last year I left three fly rods and a couple of spinning outfits down there to avoid the bs. Should be nice traveling light.