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Posted on Mar 28, 2012 in The Hook Up
Salt Water Sportsman
One of my fondest teenage remembrances is the first days of freedom that were spawned from getting my driver’s license and the doors that it opened — the entire world was in my reach! Even better, I wouldn’t have to bum rides off my mom and dad to get to the fishing hole that was just a little too far to walk to. Certainly, I could really expand my horizons now and make the hour-and-a-half run down to Point Pleasant on the Jersey shore, a full bucket of killies and bags of frozen bunker in the front seat, hellbent on heading out for a fluke or bluefishing adventure on a party boat. Read More
Posted on Feb 13, 2012 in The Hook Up
Salt Water Sportsman
I’m no computer nerd, but I’m quickly becoming one, if for one reason only– Google Maps.  I used to use the Google Maps application to let a satellite hundreds of miles above the earth spy secret surfing breaks for Endless Summer type road trips, but now I’ve applied the tool to find sometimes undiscovered, but always promising, shorebound casting spots for redfish, speckled trout and flounder here in Florida. The detailed, photographic overhead satellite image allows you to zoom in and out to pinpoint hidden quays, points, sandbars, holes and channels, all while sitting at your desk. Read More
Posted on Jan 11, 2012 in The Hook Up
Salt Water Sportsman
Every weekend I’m not on the boat, I make the trek to Canaveral National Seashore, at Playalinda Beach, and get back to my surf-fishing roots. I know I’m not going to be hauling in 100-pound tarpon or chasing down 40-pound reds, but more likely fooling around with a scrappy little whiting, some small bluefish or, if I’m lucky, a few dinner-plate-size pompano for the frying pan. This past weekend, I set up my full picket line of surf sticks, kicked back in the camp chair with a hot coffee and saw the sun crack the morning horizon over NASA’s launchpad. Beautiful. Read More