Florida is now in the rear view mirror. It was a blast, despite tough conditions.
The flow of the day would go something like this.
6:00 – wake up having had too little sleep and maybe a little too much beer the night before.
7:00 – push off from the house having found and awaken whoever we were fishing with that day, looking up at the sky to see mostly blues with some odd darkness off to the South and East.
8:00 – Be fishing with some decent, but imperfect weather. Maybe it is high haze, or maybe it is just patchy clouds. Darkness to the South and East gets darker and closer.
9:30 or 10:00 – It becomes clear that the now mass of blackness is headed our way. We are going to get pissed on.
10:30 – rain starts, sometimes with a comment like “Man, it is blowing so hard you can hear the wind on the water,” only then to see the wall of water approaching and thinking “oh, that was rain… a lot of rain… buckets of the stuff.”
10:35 – Get wet.
10:45 – Get wetter.
11:00 – Start thinking of ways to explain how wet you are, like “I’ve been swimming without getting this wet,” or “my soul is wrinkled from the wet.”
11:05 – 5:00 – Rain on and off. Squalls come through or stay overhead. Fish are looked for, but seeing is hard in the rain and darkness. No one gets struck by lightning, but it is a close shave.
6:00 or 7:00 – Get back to Islamorada with the rain breaking, the clouds parting and a decent evening emerging from the darkness.
8:00 PM – 2:00 AM – Talk about fishing and life and how wet we were and how we hope tomorrow is better than today and how we learned some things and wish there were not so many lessons. Drink beer. Maybe have dinner. Maybe not. Get to know and like one another. Look forward to fishing the next day.
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