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Venice - Snook Alley - February 14th, 2013
supplied by: Tight Loops Flyfishing
RECORDED: 
69 °
FISHING: Excellent
This certainly has been one screwy winter in southwest Florida! It’s raining with 69 degree air temps on Valentine’s Day, and the forecast is MOS until Saturday. The weather-guessers say the weekend will be nice, then we get more cold temps.
Boy, I’m glad I had trips last week (mostly) and have more once the front moves through.
I had a lot of fun with my old pal Ron DeLuca last week. He and Carol have been remodeling their condo in Punta Gorda ever since they got down here from Connecticut last October. “I haven’t had a rod in my hand even once,” he wailed.
When I told him the snook bite had been pretty hot around the lighted docks in Nokomis and Venice it was Game On. He asked a buddy from CT to come along, and George Norton thought it sounded like fun.
So, I tied some jigs that look like shrimp, and others that resemble glass minnows for George. I already had a bunch of flies for Ron, plus some cool shrimp patterns that Tom Spence has come up with.
True to Tom’s prediction, Ron caught a snook on his second cast. Then a few more. George was all smiles when he finally boated his first-ever (three or four had already whipped him in hand-to-hand) snook.
“WOW! These guys really put up a fight,” he said. Ron and I just smiled.
Once the tide turned, I decided to move to another set of lights. We finally got set up, and put George on the bow. I think he hooked up on his first cast, and kept the rod bent pretty much nonstop until we finally called it a night.
He brought one bluefish to the boat that was about 4 pounds, and lost a snook that I will swear was in the 30-inch class. I’m talking A Big Fish!
And talk about luck? That night was flat calm with a clear, starry sky. Next night? Wind and rain!
Sunday I met Bob Phillips and John Crafts at the Indian Mounds ramp in Englewood. It was a balmy morning, with not much wind, and I was expecting a very good day because it quickly became evident that both men know how to cast a fly rod.
Unfortunately, it was the sort of day every guide wants to forget. Oh, Bob caught a couple of small fish, and they both missed several others, but all-in-all I’d have to rank it as one really lousy day of fishing.
They were good guys, though, and took it in stride.
But it really was the kind of day when I wish I had finally gotten around to having those T shirts printed. The ones that will read:
“It’s Pronounced
Guide, Not God!”
Let’s hope next week brings a lot more fish to the boat!
Tight Loops, Capt. Tony
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Venice - Snook Alley - January 18th, 2013
supplied by: Tight Loops Flyfishing
RECORDED: 
68 °
FISHING: Fair
Cooler air masses have moved south, and red tide has moved east. The combination has caused fishing in southwest Florida to be a bit spotty in recent days.
The forecast is for much warmer temps next week, though, which might also help dissipate Karenia brevis and move the bloom back out into the Gulf. This is a naturally-occuring thing, but literally irritating when it happens.
Night snook fishing has been superb. Not surprising, since this is Prime Time for that. If you've never done it, you realistically can expect to see snook stacked like cordwood around dock lights at night.
The cast is maybe 40 feet, and the fight is explosive. On a good night, 20 to 30 hookups are common.
I'll keep you posted!
Tight Loops, Capt. Tony
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Venice - Snook Alley - June 21st, 2012
supplied by: Tight Loops Flyfishing
RECORDED: 
88 °
FISHING: Excellent
If I had to use one word to describe this tarpon season, it unquestionably would be “Bizarre!”
Like most of America, southwest Florida sweltered in April. Everybody—at least those who are relatively new to the vagaries of tarpon—kept insisting that “It’ll be an early tarpon season because the water’s getting so warm so soon.”
What those neophytes didn’t take into account is that the water where all of our magnificent tarpon come FROM wasn’t necessarily as warm. Therefore, the trigger wouldn’t get pulled. And, sure enough, the bulk of the tarpon migration started right on time: April 27!
Which meant that since mid-May, when the tarpon typically have congregated here in the Venice area (to the tune of several hundred thousand!), there have been plenty of tarpon to go around.
That’s the good news. The bad news is that the first 10 days of June were a mess because of high wind and rain. Then the rain quit but the wind kept blowing out of the west (which is bad for these parts—unlike back in Michigan, or Up East), making the chop too rough for comfortable fishing.
Yes, we have had some Chamber of Commerce days, and we’ve hooked tarpon. Like Mike Harde’s 140-pounder on his first cast of the morning. But, truth be told, they were very closemouthed a lot of the time this season. Why? If I knew that I’d already have won the lottery several times! And, no, none of the other longtime guides around here ever figured it out, either!
BUT, I get another crack at ‘em again tomorrow with Ron Boehm—one of my regulars who lives in Sarasota—and again on Saturday with Capt. Jeff Mayerle, a private pilot out of Cincinnati who’s also fished with me many times over the years.
I did manage to get hold of some large, frisky blue crabs the guys can use for bait. And that’s been an experience in itself this season! For a variety of reasons (poor weather, lazy amateur crabbers, maybe even a depleted stock of crabs) buying crabs has been difficult at best some times and impossible at others.
The guys also hope to entice some tarpon with flies—I tied a variety of pinfish imitations, along with some mullet patterns and a bunch of slinky, sexy-looking rabbit-strip creations—which actually have proven the most effective this year for my anglers!
Then, come Sunday dawn, it’s time to point the Tahoe north. The Michigan Department of Natural Resources parks division asked me to do a seminar titled Fly Fishing 101 on the 27th. And, since it’s being held at Otsego Lake—10 miles from my house in Deward—it seemed like a good idea. The session begins at 6pm, and will incorporate some casting instruction, a bit of bug-selection and perhaps a bit of where-to/when-to.
So, if you don’t have any other plans, swing on by. It’s free!
Then I hope to hit the tail end (or perhaps even the middle, considering the unsettled weather in Michigan) of the Hex Hatch. The Longboat’s ready (I just had the trailer overhauled), and so are the rods and flies.
Give me a call (231-585-7131) and we’ll see about finding some very large brown trout in either the Manistee or Au Sable!
Of course, it’ll also be fun tossing hopper patterns throughout July and August, too. I don’t think there’s anything more enjoyable than bringing a 20-inch brown out from an undercut stream bank at one in the afternoon. It’s also a time when large brookies that hide during the rest of the year decided to come out and play.
Yep, the Hopper Hatch can be spectacular!
Tight Loops, Capt. Tony
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Venice - Snook Alley - June 6th, 2012
supplied by: Tight Loops Flyfishing
RECORDED:
87 °
FISHING: Excellent
I’m not really sure if I read this somewhere, or if the thought just popped into my brain the other day during what might be called “an inopportune moment,” but it occurs to me that tarpon fishing is comprised of long stretches of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer panic.
Let me explain.
A typical Tarpon Dawn actually begins about four o’clock in the morning. If dairies still delivered milk to your door, it’d probably still be in the refrigerator someplace about the time I’m rolling out of the sack. I know for certain that the guy who delivers my Sarasota Herald-Tribune hasn’t been through the neighborhood by the time I leave!
So, the boat’s in the water by 5am and we no-wake to the Venice Jetty before firewalling the throttle and heading to the particular place I prefer to drop anchor and wait to ambush tarpon.
By 5:45, we’re rigged ‘n ready and the sun hasn’t even started yawning over the eastern horizon.
Sometimes the migrating tarpon cooperate and show up quickly—as they did one day last week when Mike Harde nailed one in the gloam on his first cast. Other times, they can be maddeningly absent.
And other days they can show up soon and often—and turn away from every delectable offering as if they’re two-year-olds spurning mashed squash.
Take the past few days, for example.
PJ Perea, who’s an editor/writer/photographer with the Wild Turkey Federation, brought his wife, Tricia, and sons Dennis (12) and Phil (who celebrated his ninth birthday on the water), down from South Carolina. This was a reward for the boys, who’ve been getting straight-A grades in school, and it was in the planning stages for more than two years.
I’d been keeping a handful of blue crabs alive in a big holding tank in my garage for more than a week with the help of an aquarium aerator, and managed to score a few more from Capt. Ed Johnson at Dockside Store. Figured we were all set.
Didn’t figure the tarpon would be so fussy!
To “cut to the chase,” after being so totally surrounded by tarpon that I felt like Custer at Little Big Horn, PJ finally got a 70-pounder to suck in a crab. Unfortunately, the hook didn’t bite or the tarpon had an iron jaw or who knows what? It got away.
The second day was just as frustrating. Fish after fish kept popping up, but always in the wrong place and we never did get a hookup. I DID get a nice gift from Tricia, though. Rather, KATE got a nice gift from Tricia—a ThermaCell mosquito repellent device that really does work great. It’s powered by a small butane cartridge, and it emits a gentle mist that absolutely keeps the bugs away.
I was still marveling at how well it works when I took Lance Avery, who lives in Chicago and creates different recipes of bacon-sausages for restaurants, to the same spot the following morning.
I wasn’t using the ThermaCell, and Lance was using flies instead of crabs. But, for a while, the results—or should I say “non-results”—were the same.
Well, not exactly the same. Lance was tossing a pretty long line, and got four bumps but “no joy” in pilot jargon while a mess of tarpon cruised all around us. Until a fat boy of about 140 pounds inhaled a fiber-body mullet pattern and started busting loose for parts unknown.
Unfortunately, that’s precisely what he did. Bust loose. And head for parts unknown.
I’m not going to tell you exactly what Lance said in that moment of shocked silence when it was obvious that fish and angler had parted company. Instead, let me just…well, I think you understand.
Now the weather’s ugly and the tarpon are somewhere in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico doing the Beast With Two Backs and I’m going to take my boat over to Dan Slack so he can do some routine maintenance on the motor tonight or early tomorrow morning.
Because both the weather and the fish are supposed to be back in fine form by the weekend, and I want all systems fully operational. Dan Griffith and Bob Cole and Bill Morris and a couple other guys are counting on it.
Oh, by the way, I do still have a couple of days open before I head back to Michigan at the end of the month to teach fly casting for the DNR, chase H. limbata in the dark of night, and get Tug ready for grouse season. Lemme know if you can break loose for a few moments of sheer panic. It’s fun. Really, it is!
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Venice - Snook Alley - May 27th, 2012
supplied by: Tight Loops Flyfishing
RECORDED: 
86 °
FISHING: Excellent
If I EVER had any doubts about how absolutely maddening tarpon can be at times, those doubts unquestionably were dispelled last week.
To set the stage, you must understand that Steve Sendek and his 23-year-old son, Stosh, drove back to Florida with me after I got Kate, Heart and Tug more-or-less settled into the backwoods life that is Deward.
I have to take them north since neither wife nor setters are very excited about sharing my Tarpon Time schedule of “Up At 4, Sleep at 7” routine.
Steve grew up fishing, hunting and trapping in the far northwestern reaches of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.
In fact, I wrote about that in my book Ghost! Field Journal of A Bird Dog—which, I’m very happy to report, reached number one on Amazon’s list of Hot New Releases in Nature Writing, and remains in the Top 10.
But, back to the subject. Steve is a fisheries biologist for Michigan’s Department of Natural Resources, and is an excellent angler with both fly and conventional tackle.
Skills which he passed on to Stosh (short for Steven Stanislaus) and his other sons, Alex and Nick.
So, it was exceptionally frustrating for everyone that myriad tarpon cruising the barrier islands totally ignored their offerings of fly, fish and crab for six consecutive days.
I mean to tell you, those fish either were scarce or fasting.
Oh, Stosh did have a bump early on the first morning, but being new to this game he was expecting a strike similar to a Buick smacking a brick wall.
The “bump-bump” didn’t register until it was far, far too late. The guys also caught some shark, yellowtail, and a bunch of snook under the lights, but tarpon remained the ultimate—yet elusive--challenge.
Mike Hande’s initial experience with tarpon was pretty identical.
He had a day booked with me while Steve and Stosh were here, so they fished with a friend of mine, Capt. Shane Smetak, while Mike spent Tuesday morning with me.
And what a boring morning it was!
For everyone. Finally a couple of small pods showed up around lunchtime—except they were just browsing the menu, so to speak, and weren’t actually interested in eating.
Since we were the only ones hungry, everybody called it a day.
Mike NEEDED a Tarpon Fix, however. So, on Friday morning, a day after Steve and Stosh flew home, Mike again met me at the Higel Park boat ramp on the Island of Venice for another crack at the Silver King.
Well, we stopped the Yammie at 5:50 and forty minutes later I heard Mike say “Tarpon!” and simultaneously the swisssssh of fly line filled the air.
“OOOOOMPH!” I heard from Mike as the hook drove home.
“CRASSSSSH!” I heard from the tarpon as the hook drove home.
A geyser exploded thirty feet from the boat and a broad chrome body erupted from the aqua-green water. A few drops landed on my face, and I started forward to slip the anchor line in anticipation of a lengthy struggle between man and fish.
The tarpon—which I judged to be about 130 pounds—was exceptionally unhappy about the fact his breakfast had just given him a significant pain in the jaw.
It reacted predictably, vaulting high-and-away like an errant fastball.
Mike, attached to the other end of the line, decided that perhaps he should “just make sure the tarpon was really hooked well” (at least, that was his rationalization later).
So, he grasped the fleeing fly line like a drowning man seeking salvation. Alas, the fly line—and only part of the leader—survived.
Fish, fly, and a portion of twenty-pound class tippet were gone.
Later, over dinner, Mike tried vainly to salvage his pride by mentioning that he had “jarred my back pulling on the bow line this morning when we launched the boat.
"The muscle spasm when that happens shifts a couple of discs out of alignment. It makes me walk sideways, and I was worried about whether I’d even be able to cast.”
I wasn’t buying it. Neither was Mike’s wife, Lorrie.
Sure, she clucked sympathetically, and made some “ooooooohing” noises, but her eyes were dancing and Mike knew he wasn’t going to float that weak stuff past either of us.
“Oh, well,” Mike said, “at least now I know what it’s like to hook a tarpon on fly tackle. When I come back—and I WILL—it’ll be a different story. But I have a whole year to re-live this morning in my mind. Over and over and over.”
Lorrie and I simply smiled.
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Venice - Snook Alley - March 18th, 2012
supplied by: Tight Loops Flyfishing
RECORDED:
82 °
FISHING: Great
The weather in Venice and Sarasota has been absolutely spectacular! It’s around 80 degrees every day, there hasn’t been rain in so long there’s a drought advisory, and there are an awfully lot of fish around.
I’ve stayed pretty busy on the water—as well as doing a lot of the final details for publication of my book “Ghost! Field Journal of A Bird Dog” which is being published by Arbutus Press next month.
The book has 27 chapters spread over 230 pages, including quite a few photographs of Ghost and the fellows who hunted with her throughout 14 grouse seasons.
The final chapter is filled with most of the recipes we’ve cooked and eaten at our annual Wild Game Dinner, and that chapter alone is worth the price of the book! It will be sold in print and Kindle through Amazon and indie bookshops.
But, back to the fishing!
Ben Engler, another Michigan guy who’s fished with me plenty and even gave me permission to chase grouse on his property near Frederic, went out with me last week.
He brought his nephew John, and his son—John—who are visiting Venice from Toronto and we went looking for Spanish and king mackerel outside New Pass in Sarasota.
We didn’t find a single one!
But, we did hook up on a bunch of trout and ladyfish when we went back inside and worked the Radio Tower Flat, The Middleground, and Bishop’s Point.
Tom Fudold, yet another guy from Michigan, went out with me and Ron DeLuca a couple days later. You might remember that Ronnie won eternal fame by hooking an egret with his backcast a couple of years ago. “Are you ever gonna let me live that down?” he wailed.
The answer to that obviously would be “No.” It simply was waaaay too funny.
So, of course THIS trip (which I frankly considered marginal in terms of fishing success) I ragged him about losing a 25-pound redfish. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. But calling it a 25-poundrer certainly makes it a much better story.
Speaking of stories, check out the Featured Article that I just posted on the site. All will be made clear once you look at it, and I certainly hope a lot of you will participate in the fun. I’m really looking forward to seeing how the story unfolds!
Stories also will be flowing tomorrow night, when I take Larry and Linda McLane night fishing for snook. They’re from St. Louis, and buy fly gear from Tom Hargrove’s shop.
Golly, are there some tales from the old days of the Trout Bum BBQ’s in Grayling that involve Tommy! Let’s just hope the fish co-operate a bit better than Friday night, when I took Chub Bortz and his 14-year-old grandson, Rob, to Snook Alley.
There were plenty of fish hanging around one of my favorite lights, but they were very lethargic. We hooked ONE! And it slipped the pin.
The only consolation, if you want to call it that, is that another of our friends, Wood Boyce, was at another light near us and he experienced the same lack of success.
Yes, this is the same Wood Boyce who fished there with me a couple of weeks ago and we SLAYED them—figuratively speaking, of course!
Tight Loops,Capt. Tony
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Venice - Snook Alley - March 11th, 2012
supplied by: Tight Loops Flyfishing
RECORDED:
81 °
FISHING: Excellent
We had plenty of blues, Spanish and King mackerel, and an assortment of other species this morning, but did NOT see the tarpon I was hoping for!
Ted Tafaro and his 10-year-old son, James, caught fish from the get-go, and kept on catching them. Doubles were common. But, the poons weren't!
It's really waaay too early for them, but the Gulf of Mexico water temp is over 70 degrees and I've been getting reports that poons have been sighted--and caught--off Manasota Key, Venice Beach, and Casey Key.
Ah, well. Ben Engler--another Michigan guy, who gave me permission to hunt grouse on his property near Frederic--is going out with me on Tuesday. His son and grandson are down for a few days, and Ben wants the boy to catch some fish.
I expect we'll be out there again--even if the tarpon aren't. There's STILL plenty of action going on around here, and the weather is absolutely gorgeous!
I'll keep you posted.
Tight Loops, Capt. Tony
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Venice - Snook Alley - February 23rd, 2012
supplied by: Tight Loops Flyfishing
RECORDED:
78 °
FISHING: Excellent
WOW! What an absolutely phenomenal night of fishing we had Tuesday! In fact, it was the capstone of two extremely productive days in the Venice/Nokomis area. Woody Boyce, who’s a regular at the fly tying sessions I do at Cook’s Sportland every Friday evening, has been a guide in Pennsylvania and Alaska for quite some time. Last year, he and his wife, Elaine, decided to start wintering down here so he’s been getting a handle on this saltwater stuff. “I’ve been having a great time going out in my Gheenoe [a hybrid canoe/kayak], and I’ve been catching a lot of fish,” Woody told me a couple of weeks ago. “But one of my old clients is coming down and I really want him to spend a night snook fishing off your boat. He’s really into catching fish, and I think that would be a great way to go.” So, Tuesday a bit after six in the evening, he and Mark Pappas met me at the Higel Park boat ramp next to the Venice Yacht Club. We made a short run to the light I wanted to fish, and I just KNEW we were going to have a great night when the anchor set us in perfect position the first time Woody eased it over the bow. The incoming tide kicked in not long after we got settled, and it was strong enough to both “clean” detritus from the water and bring an enormous amount of little shrimp and baitfish to the waiting snook. In fact, on the third cast I made, demonstrating technique to Mark, a hefty snook ate the shrimp pattern but came unpinned. Woody and Mark sorted out the details regarding who’d cast from where on my Hewes Redfisher—which at 19 feet is plenty big enough for both of them to toss flies simultaneously. But Woody really wanted to put Mark on fish, and gave him the prime spot on the bow. The fish were reluctant at first to take their offerings, though, and I kept switching patterns until we “cracked the code” with a size 6 glass minnow fished near the surface. Then it was gangbusters until Mark finally had enough and around 10:30 stepped down off the bow and said “let’s go home.” In the meantime, however, a new Personal Best had been established. In 16 years of fishing down here, neither I or any of my clients had ever hit The Flats Slam—redfish, trout and snook—at night. Well, Woody and Mark BOTH accomplished that Tuesday night! How many fish did they catch? We couldn’t even hazard a guess. Dozens, for sure, in just a little over three hours of actual fishing time. Enough that Woody called me just as I was typing his name in the second paragraph to ask if I could take out a couple more of his friends tomorrow night! The answer, I was happy to tell him, is YES. But, let’s get back to the beginning. More than a month ago, Ray Torris sent an email asking if I could guide him and his son on February 20. They stepped onto my boat at 7:30 in the morning, and proceeded to have a very fine trip. Raymond, who’s relatively new to fly fishing, was tossing one of my eight-weights, while Ray used the spinning rod. We worked the ICW in Nokomis and Osprey, and brought a bunch of fish to the boat before tying up at the dock a couple of minutes after 1pm. They literally got off my Hewes and Mike Coombs, his son Eric, and Eric’s girlfriend, Laura Shaw, stepped aboard. Mike had called Sunday afternoon “on the chance you might be able to take us fishing.” Since Monday was the day that had been allocated for fishing, that’s what happened. I stopped at Dockside Store at the Albee Road Bridge and got a couple dozen shrimp from Capt. Ed Johnson, and Laura ROARED through them. The nice part was that she roared through them by hooking fish after fish after fish—including a very fat trout that went home for dinner. Yes, Mike and Eric caught fish, too. But Laura really “showed ‘em how!” Tuesday morning, Mike Burke and his dad, Tom, fished the same area with me. Tom—who likes to brag about his golf game rather than fishing exploits—caught a bunch of jacks, trout, snapper, catfish and ladyfish on spinning gear. Mike, who was sticking with the fly rod, kept trying to set the hook by twitching the rod tip instead of using the “strip-strike.” Predictably, he also kept missing them. Finally, just as it was time to cruise back to the ramp so that I could meet Mark and Woody, Mike scored. “That strip-strike is really hard to remember,” Mike admitted, “but I learned my lesson. NEXT time we come down, I won’t be using the rod tip.” Which is a very good thing, since his next trip we me quite likely will be for tarpon in May or June! We’ve got a front moving in very early Saturday morning, with the possibility of strong wind and heavy fog. But, the forecast is for skies clearing by Sunday, and great weather for next week. Which is great since the two veterinarians who kept Ghost crashing through grouse coverts for 14 seasons—Paul Mesack and Joel Alsup—will be here fishing with me the first weekend in March. Which, I also should mention, is Kate’s birthday (on the fourth) Which birthday? C’mon, you really think I’m THAT stupid? Let’s just say that she’s already old enough to drink Jim Beam, and leave it at that! Tight Loops, Capt. Tony
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Venice - Snook Alley - January 22nd, 2012
supplied by: Tight Loops Flyfishing
RECORDED:
72 °
FISHING: Excellent
Jim McGowan fished Little Sarasota Bay with me recently, and had a good time with trout and ladyfish in the 3-pound class.
We were up near Spanish Point, working grass flats and some oyster bars that were getting dimpled by redfish cruising around looking for fiddler crabs.
It was pretty chilly that morning, though, and the water temps were still just a bit over 61 degrees. Finally, when the water got to 63, the fishing turned on. So, I guess we'll be concentrating more on the afternoon warmth than the morning tides during the next week.
Offshore anglers have been doing well on porgies, grunts, red snapper and some amberjack that are running more than 30 pounds. Running for three hours and then anchoring over a reef isn't my cup of coffee, but at least they're getting bent rods out of the deal.
I've got a quail trip with Bill and Kevin Delaney Tuesday (I haven't told Heart and Tug yet!!), then it's time to look for some tarpon in my "secret" honey-hole that holds them year-round. I also just got a tip that I need to check out--another juvie tarpon hangout.
I'll keep you posted. Til then...
Tight Loops,
Capt. Tony
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Venice - Snook Alley - December 6th, 2011
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RECORDED:
77 °
FISHING: Excellent
It had been an extremely frustrating summer for Ron DeLuca. Most of his favorite trout streams in Connecticut and New York had been blown out by last spring's hurrican aftermath, and he desperately needed a Fish Fix.
So, when I got his email last week saying he and Carol were down for the winter and he "really needs to fish", I mentioned that snook fishing around lighted docks in the Venice/Nokomis area was pretty darn good.
"Now that's something I've never done," Ron replied.
So, last night promptly at 6pm he stepped aboard my Hewes Redfisher and we toddled a few hundred yards north in the Intracoastal Waterway (locally simply called the ICW).
A couple of my favorite lights were dark, though. In fact, at one house the owners apparently have packed up and moved. Both boats--normally on HiDri lifts--were gone and the house looked deserted.
Ah, well. Onward, Ardent Angler!
After setting up near the Albee Road Bridge it took Ron three casts to hook his first-ever night-time snook. And, as I had predicted, it was simply the first of many, many more to follow.
Five hours later, after boating number who-knows-what, Ron unhooked the snook and grinned. "Any time you're ready, Cap, we can head for the dock."
Ten minutes later we were back at the Higel Park ramp on Venice Island.
Just another beautiful day in paradise.
C'mon down and find out for yourself!
Tight Loops, Capt. Tony
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