I travel 11 hours… ELEVEN friggen hours, to have the remote chance to meet the Saint Luna (From KFS) himself, and view a Dorado in person… What happens? Saint Luna decides he is too good for us rabble, and the only Dorado’s I see are flushed uneloquently down the commode!
Weather was cold and windy Friday, with the temperatures rising and the winds dying down as the weekend wore on. I arrive around 2 PM Friday and set up camp with my fishing buddy Murrayfisher (KFS). The winds are in the 20-25 Knots range, temperature in the 60…felt much colder of course. We valiantly launch through the mud as the tide rises regardless, and hide behind the mangroves to avoid the whitecaps and biting wind…
Less than 5 minutes later, the skunk is off with a Ladyfish (AKA: Poor mans Tarpon) and a Spiny Puffer (First of this species ever caught, not that I was trying, since they are a trash fish) both boated. The Ladyfish bite was intense, and I caught maybe 6 or 7 of them in about 1/2 hour of fishing, and then added a single small seatrout to the tally.
We paddled back into the campground with about a hour of sunlight to spare, and commenced to telling fish lies and drinking adult bevcerages. Dinner consisted of sandwiches and hard cider for me, sandwiches and beer for the rest.
So far so good, no sign of the infamous denizens of the area, the mosquito’s… Ooops, spoke too soon… Just as the last rays of sunlight are painting the western sky orange and red, they come from the west, million and millions of mosquito’s… A cloud wafting past on the calmer 10 knot winds… [:0]
They must have come from Key West, ad it appears they were mostly all males mosquitos… My ankles told me at least one or two was female… But considering I only got bit twice, and there were a BAZILLION of the bastards, and I am viewed as Filet Mignon to mosquito’s, I can safely say that it definately was a gay pride parade f mosquito’s… Except for the two Fruit Flies who joined the parade and decided to
…I was the anchor man for our drinking team