Hey we all want our kids to do well. Right? But we can have vastly different ideas about what “well” means. As Sly and the Family Stone told us “Different Strokes for Different Folks’. For some people it’s all about their kid making money. Cash is king. For others its about power, political or otherwise. Some parents say its happiness, and health. Other want their kids to find a meaningful life. But anyway you cut it we all hope our kid will stand out from the crowd…
We love our Kids
Yesterday I was sipping a sud at the Tiki Bar in Punta Gorda, when a fiery sunset erupted over the Peace River. Man it was sweet. Slipped out my cell phone and snagged a pix. Thought I should share it with you.
Punta Gorda Sunset
Chum works. No,no, not Chum Lee on Pawn Stars! I’m talking about chumming with live bait. It’s flat out deadly. Yesterday I was chasing a school of reds when a guide boat showed up with two clients. Both anglers were total greenhorns. Believe me. Well the guide starts chucking live bait all over the place. Man what a circus. Swirls, explosions, birds. Before you knew it these two nimrods were hooked up constantly! And nice fish too.
This is not a kayak
So how was yours truly doing? I might as well been using a damn 7 iron. I caught one fish to their 20! I hate it when that happens. Just have to swallow your pride and paddle on. Chum rules.
Cliffs of Aquinnah
If you have ever been on Marthas Vineyard, you have likely visited Gayhead Light at the cliffs of Aquinnah. Poised at the west end of the island over looking Menemsha Bight, it is a structure of historic significance. In the photograph above it lies just to the right out of view. Unfortunately those cliffs are constantly eroding, and the lighthouse is now in danger of falling. It would be a tragedy to allow that to happen.
Presently efforts are underway to raise the necessary 3 million dollars needed to relocate the light. Hopefully that can be accomplished. Please read the page behind this link. http://gayheadlight.org/
Got up early today. Had my first cup of coffee around 4:15 AM. While sipping java I turned on the TV to check the radar. No thunder storms or rain. Nice. Light SSE wind. But the heat index was already 89 degrees. Man it was hot before dawn.
After a couple of eggs, I got in the car and headed to Pineland. My plan for the day was to sight-fish. No blind casting allowed. I wanted either to cast at tailing reds, or chuck a fly at rolling tarpon. To that end I had a 6 weight and an 8 weight ready to go. As things turned out, however, no sight-fishing opportunities arrived.
I remembered a guy in Long Island Sound, who often drifted for hours in a small boat. Loaded with food and his dog, he used only the wind and tide to quietly explore. Rumor had it that he saw and learned a tremendous amount. So I figured I’d try it, in my effort to discover more about this beautiful backcountry, and its chain of islands. I pulled in the paddle.
Silently I moved along, all the while studing this vast territory. It sure was peaceful. Suddenly something big surfaced and gulped air right next to me. I looked down, expecting to see “Flipper”. Instead it was a sea turtle. It wasn’t a loggerhead. Given its size, it was likely a Green Turtle or perhaps a rare Kemps ridley. Either way I consider myself lucky. Pineland is the Promised Land.
The Promised Land
