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It is not the one with the most toys that wins. It is the one who plays the most. |
I’ve been posting lately on the fishing I’ve been experiencing here in Florida, but that’s not all I’ve been doing. A few weeks ago, I met a friend at the Everglades National Park Shark Valley for a little exploring. Then last week I returned with my mother during her visit.
Last night a friend and I were discussing how our life plans don’t often lead in the direction we intend or thought possible. which evolved into discussing the importance of observing all that is around and not having a spotlight view of our world.
But let’s talk fishing for a minute.
A fighting jack crevalle is amazingly strong compared to the smallmouth of back home
So yea, the guy that has paddled all over the country for over 40 years wears a life vest, maybe you should too. At least now I do anyhow. Are you wearing a life vest?
Before the sun lit the new day, I paddled out through the canal toward Hurricane Bay. The new moon tide was extremely low, and dead. The mirror glass water reflected the docks lights.
Pine Island FL has some of the best salt water shallow water fishing around.
Shallow saltwater water fishing is one thing I have always wanted to explore more. Basically, I saw it as my retirement endeavor. The dream was to retire somewhere like the Outer Banks of North Caroline or Pine Island FL and purchase a flats skiff. The image in my mind was to fish the early mornings watching the sun rise, then back to a local diner for a late breakfast escaping the heat of the day.
The destination of one’s life journey changes with time. Life is filled with an ever changing turn of events. Some of these are foreseen, planned and worked towards, while others sneak up and have us swinging for the fence only to woof the big league curve ball.
I swung and missed the retirement ball in a big way and have come to realize that I will be working until the end. I’m good with that and have accepted my life path.
Accepting where one is on the path of life does not mean one cannot make adjustments through the guidance from God and your heart. So, I go fishing.
Like I had said in my last post, I’m trying to catch up with all that has been going on since I got here in Florida. Back in December a few of us FEMA folks who were not able to go home for Christmas decided to enjoy a day off and go on an Everglades tour.
A week earlier, I had taken a Sunday road trip to the Everglades and drove my rental car down a long dirt road through the mangroves spotting alligators and other wildlife. This time however, we were going to play tourist for the day and we signed up for an everglades tour through Everglades Adventures.
The last few months have been full of change and with these changes I have decided to resume posting on Augie’s Adventures. However, I’m running a little behind. The following story was written a few weeks ago. I hope to be caught up shortly.
Jack Crevalle as long as my leg from my ankle to my knee.
Last winter I was hunting in the mountains of Western Maryland. This winter I’m kayaking the warm gulf waters of Fort Myers Florida
The short answer is – I’m been on the couch. Well, that is, up until last November, when I finally got my butt off the couch and reached out grabbing the ring of life once again.
I have not waterfowl hunted much this hunting season. The schedule seemed to accommodate chasing whitetails more than goose hunting. At some point last week, I realized I still had time to get out and enjoy a goose hunt or two. The Maryland late season resident goose season is open until March 8, 2017 with a 5 bird daily limit.
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So yeah, I had never been to Flagpole Knob in Virginia. Well, that was until last weekend, when after hearing so much about this “awesome” place to go wheel’n, I tossed a sandwich and drinks into the Tacoma and took a Sunday drive.
To be honest, I was just looking for something to do on Sunday and wasn’t expecting much in the way of off-roading. Sure, the roads in George Washington National Forest are not paved but in my experience most of the roads in the National Forest are just good old fashioned bumpy dirt roads rough enough to make you drive slow and bounce around but not 4×4 worthy.
