Well, here we go. Ten weeks of madness. Ten weeks of bleeding knuckles, busted lines, broken rods, and tying flies just as fast as my little fingers can go. Ten weeks of brown missiles flying up to the boat so fast as to make you want to back up. Pouncing on flies, jumping, spinning and a whole lot of running. Ten weeks of wrapping medical tape around fingers, directing anglers like a square dance caller, wrestling with leaders attached to big, toothy critters. Easily some of the toughest, most exciting action fly fishing has to offer anywhere in the world.
Let the games begin.
Besides the flood of spinner sharks that have just arrived in the area, the spanish mackerel, king mackerel, bluefish, jacks, pompano, ladyfish and barracuda,(our normal winter menu) is still going strong, and though the incredible sailfish bite that happened in January has tapered off, the dolphin fishing has picked up considerably with quite a good bit of action on cobia thrown in for good measure.
And besides some up and down swings in mood caused by passing weather, I expect this action to go through into early to mid April. And I still have plenty of open dates for those interested in an ass-whooping.