Falling Asleep at the Reel

At best, the fishing has been "poor" and the lack of "bites" has had me nearly asleep at times -- even when I am nearly ready to pack up the last pole and head back to the campground or to a bar on the beach -- usually that is when I do get a bite and that is when I miss getting the hook set. Asleep at the Reel, I would call it. The only things I have managed to catch are a Stingray, a smallish Whiting and one Puffer, in that order and only one of each on separate days. That's "fishing", not "catching" and I probably was sleeping while standing a few of those times out in the sunny warmth. Can't complain about being too cold like all those folks up north.

If only the fishing forecasts were as accurate as the weather forecasts, I would have a stocked freezer of fresh Black Drum (they were predicted to be coming in with yesterday's full moon). Not a single bite yesterday -- just nibbles from crabs, I think, and the constant sound of "I wish I was in Dixie" coming from the fort behind me.

I wish I was in Panama City Beach catching my limit of Spanish Mackerel or in Fiesta Key catching some of those tasty Mangrove Snappers. Maybe next spring.

The weather forecast called for an 80% chance of showers last night and I think it rained 80% of the night and it is still raining off and on with grey skies prevailing -- and dampening my thoughts of getting out on the beach to wet my lines -- but, we'll see if there is an opening or not. In the meantime, guess I'll check the stock market and the radar.

HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY (guess it might be a better day to visit that beach bar and order a Guinness or a green beer).