By Steve Lucas
Me and a fishing buddy decided to try fishing in Flamingo again last week. We both got up super early, checked the radar which was clear and headed for the deep south. Of course one we got to the bottom we could see and hear lightning and thunder closing in. We decided to push out anyway, stay close and run if it came to that. It did.
My friend headed deep into the bight. I stayed closer and everything turned hectic quick.
I was making for the nearest sheltering beach as the rain and lightning started when I spotted tails to my left.
“Yessss!” I thought to myself. I would bag a nice Red despite the weather. I cast and instantly hooked up. It turned out to be a Jack that dragged me around, got me wetter than I already was and pulled me closer to the mangroves where the mosquitoes were waiting. “Why do I keep doing this?” I asked myself.
We did see a lot of activity and the Snook were biting.
Oh well. Could be worse. I could be my fishing buddy, smooshed into mosquito infested mangroves, a mile from the nearest landing with lightning crackling all around his head.