This turned into a bit of an adventure for me as Wayne, who typically goes with me on this trip, had to drive his truck back to the house...so I was on my own.
I know the water between the marina and the house very well...all except for one passage through a key that seems to elude me...and it did again today. I got the boat to the area where I thought the passage would be, and couldn't find it. But, I could see a ditch, lined with mangroves on either side, on the other side of which was open water. I did a big circle around to get lined up, and then headed into the ditch.
Wasn't into the ditch more than fifty feet when I realized: "This is the wrong darned passage [or words to that effect]." The mangroves were within inches of the boat on either side and it was shallow.
But fortunately there was enough water to get through to the opening and Shoo-Fly and I burst out onto the desired channel...making a hard right to avoid blasting through an adjoining no-wake zone.
In this manner we got back to the house...with something of an adventure to relate.
Wasn't hard finding fish...we caught maybe three dozen of them...the most interesting fact about which was that the first five fish we caught were all different species: The one that Wayne's holding in the photo above is a speckled seatrout...this one to the right is a bluefish...yes, the same fish that we regularly catch up in Connecticut.
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Fortunately we didn't fill out that slam.
The fish hit the lure hard, tore off a bunch of line from the reel, and finally ended up in the livewell.
This is from the Lor-e-lei restaurant where Caryl and I had dinner.