![]() ![]() We are best friends, been through a lot in the first hour of being together. We load the boat, beer lots of beer after that, and set off.Īt this point, believe it or not, all awkwardness has dissipated, we are all close friends. When we launch the boat, we are supposed to get wet. Marc is waist deep and all I can mutter is “F*** bro, your phone ok?” Answered by “Yep.” At this very moment I am understanding what it is like taking someone fishing in Florida, versus in Colorado. All-ready for the water, I am standing at the end of the dock asking, “need any help?” Marc’s response “Nope.” I look away, gazing upon the glory of the massive body of water we are about to tackle, and hear a ‘splooooosh.’ The tie-up rope had gotten wrapped around Marc’s foot, and he made the correct decision to just go with it and jump in. Unbeknownst to him, the newly re-built dock was substantially higher than he anticipated and certainly not built for the skiff we were launching. He had patronized this dock before a hurricane had ravaged it but they rebuilt it. Winds the way they were, he decided to take us to a new dock to put in. Got Taco Bell, got pulled over, and I am ready to fish! Marc being the planner that he is, had been monitoring the weather closely. The sheriff was fairly-kind and understanding, I like to think it was because I threw out there with a full mouth of Taco Bell “just got here from Colorado, tryin’ to go fishing.”Īlright. Nonetheless, the sheriff approaches my side of the vehicle, Chalupa in hand / mouth, and asks “how we’re doing.” Long and short of this bit of the story, Marc had all his paperwork in-order but we learned there is no such thing as a 10-day grace period when it comes to boats in Florida. Turns out Marc’s new boat was so new, that he had not gotten the tags displayed properly, even though he was told he had a 10-day grace period. ***BRIGHT LIGHTS*** Marc mumbles “you’re f***ing kidding me.” I look in the side-view mirror and sure enough, we are getting pulled over by one of Brevard County’s finest. Anticipation is building for Kalli and I, especially now that our (her) belly is full. Marc had to make a slight detour to roll through Taco Bell, and now we have our food in hand heading to the water. ![]() ![]() Food rules all even avid anglers, or should I say especially avid anglers. BUT first, Taco Bell remember my wife is pregnant. Greetings are made, hugs exchanged (I am a hugger, deal with it), and we are on our way from Orlando International Airport to THE Space Coast of Florida. Most people do not understand our obsession, and that is ok. We all got sideways looks as he pulled into the Passenger Pick-Up area with a beautiful, brand-new Nomad Skiff in tow. The plan was for Marc to pick us up at the airport… boat in tow and, go straight to the water. Reality will set in, and it certainly did on this trip. It is exceptionally difficult to keep expectations in check and, understand how arduous our hobby can be. Grip ‘n’ grins galore, our imagination says to us. We day-dream of trips like this, landing 100’s of the fish we’re traveling so far to catch. It is normal to relate fly-fishing to powerful emotions, and we always hope for the best. The sole purpose of this trip was to catch a Red Fish. His immediate answer was “just tell me when, I’m open.” We went back and forth for a couple of months, then one bored and drunken night I looked at my wife and said, “We’re going to Florida, I booked it.” Low and behold, the very next day we found out she was pregnant but, stuck to the plan.įast forward a few more months, and we are on the plane to Orlando. Marc had previously stayed at my home in Colorado, and we had fished together before. Lucky me, I know some of those fellas at Tailer Trash Fly Fishing and called up Marc Ziegler. Welcome back to Wax On, Wax Off, time for a story.Ībout six months ago my wife and I had discussed saltwater fishing, and both agreed we needed to book a trip. This installment is the story of my and my wife’s trip to Florida chasing Red Fish… we caught none and it was one of the best times of my life. Let me tell you, traveling to fish brings some quality stuff. ![]() I decided to re-focus and bring you quality writing versus forced blog posts. Welcome back! I had to step away from the blog for a bit, life got too busy, and I honestly did not have a whole lot to write about. ![]()
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