Photos (except #6 by Mary) courtesy of William Davis—the most stoked (and best) photographer on the East Coast.
Snow on the ground in Philadelphia, but the photos and memories remain. Good times with good people in and out of the water in Florida. Only one week until spring, and before you know it summer will be here; the shore will smell like suntan lotion. The campground and Delmont will smell like good food, crabs and a campfire. People will laugh and get really stoked and we can get back in the water without getting hypothermia.
Short, cheap and brutal. Kind of like Philadelphia.
Now that the storm has passed, life on the Bayshore has returned to normal. No waves or fish to speak of. Only birds and papers to grade. Hunkering down, getting ready for a short winter. Time to sharpen hooks and wax boards, cut and freeze bait, oil the reels and study the eating patterns of fish in Florida. This year’s targets: snook, red drum and gator trout. See you in Florida fishies.
So this is it. Work starts Monday and days like these make the work worth it.
So here we go, into the final weeks of what was and is a great summer. As usual it passes too quickly. Too many good people to see, too many fish out there to catch and too many waves. Have been at the beach or in the water almost every day. It feels like we live in the water. Hopefully in the fall I will evolve and get the fish scales and seaweed out of my hair. Maybe I’ll even evolve enough to be able to write an articulate thought.