PERMIT! PERMIT! PERMIT!
Wayne and I had decided to look for the elusive permit on Thursday, so first thing we did was to head over to Smuggler's for some of the crabs that those fish love to crunch.
I'd be trying for the permit with a fly [Lefty Kreh says he catches most of his permit on a clouser minnow, so I had one tied on the end of the seven-weight's leader]. But Wayne would be throwing the live bait...in the form of Mr. Crab.
We crept up on the feeding permit with the trolling motor. Now within casting distance, Wayne chucked the crab which landed a bit too perfectly close to the fish. Wayne said, "I spooked it." But the fish turned and grabbed the crab.
This photo shows the moment Wayne raised his rod to drive the hook into the permit's rubbery mouth.
We had to start up Shoo-Fly's 150 hp. Yamaha and chase after the fish as it ran the line in Wayne's reel down to the point where he was going to be running out of braid.
It was a big fish.
We refreshed the fish at the side of the boat and then released it back into its liquid habitat.
Did put the fly on two sharks, both of which turned on the fly but didn't take.
Did get one very nice jack.
Wayne suggested that a lot of people who get into this activity probably eventually become bored with boarding.
Pun apparently intended.