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It was Saturday afternoon, and Kathy and I had both worked hard at our desks. I could see that the work had taken a toll on her, and so I gingerly suggested that an evening boat ride with the dogs might be in order. She brightened visibly, and suggested that we take some wine and a light dinner, too. And rods, I asked? I might not fish, she said. I had my doubts about that. She had never fished in the area that I had in mind, an extremely shallow, 6-8 inch deep expanse of crystal clear water. When we arrived at 5:30, we beached the boat against a small island and looked east. We could see redfish with their backs out of the water just beyond the island. She decided to fish. Click on the Start Slideshow button above.
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She quickly slipped out of her wading boots to enjoy the cool water.
Before long the old form asserted itself. The body never forgets.
And then, she got her first hookup!
The water was so shallow that the fish tore up the surface.
She said a quick hello...
And then released the red in six inches of water.
It was not long before she hooked up again.
The whole thing was like a dream, with luminous clouds and setting sun.
And a dozen other reds within view as she fought her fish.
It was enough to bring a smile to anyone’Äôs face..
Not too shabby for the first 15 minutes on the water in two months!.
Well...it was finally my turn, and after several botched casts.
I hooked up on a 24 inch red.
There is nothing more beautiful than the LLM, no matter how far you travel.
There is something wondrous about the place.
We soon left the feeding fish alone...
As our dogs had been patient enough.
We crossed back over the island.
The sand beneath our feet was like a gentle massage.
We could not have gotten there without our Curlew.
It was time to enjoy the beauty of the sunset...
¬Ýgood food, good company...
...and most of all, the good feeling of pure gratitude.
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