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It’s that time of year

In  all many years now our  fourteen of doing Fishing Holidays in the Florida Keys the most coveted weeks are late April and early May often booking up years in advance. The reason being the migration of the iconic tarpon through the Florida Keys and the annual spawn of the famous permit on the wrecks just offshore.  Both fish the reason people have been coming to the Keys for many a years and many years to come.  Both fish now have new protection and the superb way sport fish are manged in Florida the fishing will only get better.  The only problem this year is that for the first time in nearly 20 years I am stuck in the  UK  to ill to fly some new hope however after recent operations and a somewhat larger than I hope muscle biopsy my team have a small lead and I am being transferred the main university hospital in Edinburgh so fingers crossed.





The only slight problem I have and slighty annoying one is that Capt Drew seems to doing just fine with out me we are in touch on a daily basis and Drew seems more than capable and with some help on the phone and internet all is going well and the photos are prof.  Drew seems to like fishing live mullet at night where I used to like early morning and crab but the other day with just two anglers he had a 2 for 2 evening you just cant ask for more than that.





Drew is also smashing PB’s both for the boat and groups of anglers just last week he had Kevin’s group and on one permit trip not one but all four anglers broke their PB’s for permit top marks.  On an other trip of the Shipley boys from Jersey not only did Rob have a near 100 lb tarpon but Chris had a boat PB  jack crevalle a 20 lb plus fish.  Knowing just how hard that jacks fight I bet that one pulled like a train and as we see Chris was more than up to the job stunning fish.  Keep the good work up Drew you will never know how much I wish I was there but when complaining to my doctors the other day one said  ”  stop bitching at least you are the right side of the turf ”  but boy I wish the turf was 4000 miles to the west.