My desire to fish far exceeds my budget to hire guides. Between my budgetary constraints and my need to fish, I end up flinging flies in some very unlikely places. Fly rods are not an unusual site in South Florida, but for some reason I get a lot of funny looks where I fish. When I first started traveling to South Florida, my Uncle and I would jump into his truck, head to an unknown water way and fish. Water was everywhere. All you had to do was find a safe place to park. The fishing was sometimes outstanding, sometimes not and other times we would be reminded how much baby alligators love rubber worms.
For a ditch fisherman like myself, South Florida is paradise. I love following the hallowed steps of the greats on the canals of the ‘Trail,’ timing back casts between cars ripping by at 70MPH. Laid up snook and cursing jacks in-front of impossibly expensive homes on the beach is another favorite, but the one thing I can’t miss on a trip to South Florida are the peacocks.