An innocent comment, not so much negative about Florida, just that I missed the cool of a trout stream. See, down here in the summertime, when you dip a toe in the water while fishing, it's warm...like bathwater, or worse. Not so refreshing. But I digress...
So Sunday was pretty much a debacle. Actually, it wasn't that bad, but if you're familiar with the term & the jokes around "first world problems"...I was probably having far too many "fish world problems."
Anyway...I rolled out of bed around 7AM and headed toward the area northeast of town that's got beaches, marshes, all that jazz. Figured I'd try to throw around some flies for a little bit...low tide had passed about two hours before I got there at 8, so I was eager to see if in another 3 or 4 hours the high tide would bring anything into the shallows.
I started at the beach, and the wind was blowing like an absolute bastard from North to South...which was basically right back in my face. I tried punching a few casts into the wind, but this was clearly going to be an exercise in futility, so I quickly packed it in, relocating to another beachy/marshy area where I'd be able to cast with the wind at my back. Casting into the wind is something I need to practice...I never really had to worry much about it back in PA with all of the tree cover.
|Some dude blowing down the beach... |
(I didn't take this picture, but let's call it an accurate representation)
Hmmm...I was probably there an hour. Tried the beach thing for a bit without much luck (wasn't expecting much) before I retreated back down one of the creeks along the tall grass. You could tell it was pretty fishy, or looked that way to me. There was definitely a lot of activity with ripples and swirls in the areas of slack water.
Then I saw something moving from left to right on the far bank, unfortunately behind me, so into the wind. I don't know what it was, as it was just below the surface but leaving a nice sized v-shaped wake up top, so I started casting to it. Trying to get my cast to go the right distance into the wind, the first cast came up a little short and the second was never made. It got snagged in the tall grass on the backcast, and when I brought the rod forward to sling the little weighted crab fly...
Yup, you got it. Broke my rod tip.
Here's a re-creation of the festivities...
|MS Paint y'all!|
Without a backup rod in the car, I left the marsh sulking.
Especially considering it was what I'd chalk up to user error.
See what I mean...? #FISHWORLDPROBLEMS
On the drive home I tried Southern Boiled P-Nuts for the first time...
Owl Jones told me once they weren't authentic if they weren't spelled with the dash...
I'm sure Steve boils a mean p-nut, but I'm just not feeling it.
They taste like beans or something.
Hey southern readers, what am I missing here...?