This all started with an occasional phone call to check the sunburn on the Mosquito Lagoon. Bryan Pahmier, a Titusville friend and manager, said he wanted to take his boat to see if there was no cobia at Port Canaveral. He went alone, so another fisherman on the deck to share the helmet sounded great. A plan was eliminated, but as entertainment took place on a business day, a few calls were needed to confirm that the boss would approve leaving the job.
Pavlov's response to the idea of rock fishing deeply rooted in a new, obsolete obsession deeply bitten and saw fishing with a rod. The idea that a hook fell on the jaw of a new species was dependent on the facts of the real world, work would have to wait. The priorities of the next 18 hours are around hunting, madness, fighting and exploration around the high seas.
In a couple of hours and a half I found my favorite local flying equipment to sit in the hammock to try to create what a kobia would find irresistible in my eyes. Each Thursday night a collection of ghosts went to the store during the closing time to chase war stories, break or learn a new flight pattern, or simply enjoy the companionship of companions. Although I have never heard "Hello my name …" at the meeting, it would be appropriate.
I found some bright stripes on the bunny handkerchief and a flat waxy thread and I took a seat. I decided that the simple, yet bright was the plan, Technicolor eels the desired exit.
Bryan and I started their home ship in the middle of the morning and came out of the harbor to seize the opportunity to reliably provide calm seas to us. I've never seen another cow, so during my first encounter, the vision of vision was very exciting. As the throttle advanced, we started cutting slowly on the south-facing hilltop looking for signs of life on the surface. The sun rose steadily to the sky, helping to warm the water, and improving visibility at every moment.
The cooby we are looking for is often found near the floating structure and under the surface. As such, we saw a piece of fleet at any time, or we found a turtle patch. Shortly after eleven, we noticed a new turtle that was close to a mile on the beach. As we approach, we soon noticed a nice sized cove that was under the turtle. It was a playing time; The moment we are prepared and hopefully appears. My first offshore fishing opportunity has arrived.
Setting up my first set was ideal for the newly created fly behind the relaxing tortoise, as the cobe loosely walked around the clock. Almost immediately, the fish came out and approached to investigate. After twenty feet of tracking, the cow was close to the ship, I lifted the fly to prevent detection of fish presence and sound. As the fly disappeared, the fish turned to face and returned to the turtle. The procedure repeated several times, because of all the repetitions my stomach was tightened even further, as my pulse accelerated. I began to feel the enormous weight of despair when the fish seemed to be interested, but not hungry or deceived. This weight grew exponentially as the turtle sounded and disappeared into the depths.
When the turtle disappeared, the cobia began to move and moved some of the fresh angst that Bryan had done while firing the cross into the cross-country. We were chasing, trying to get in a position that would allow the fly to ask for our quarry.
It was my soul, I tried to process what I needed to laugh at this beast that had been interested in my offer for at least eight times. The next casting would be different, it did not stay constant with the fish because of the constant pursuit. I slowed down the retreat; I stuck the fly for a moment while holding my nose 4 to 6 inches. My heart exploded, stood at the edge of every nerve. As I approached the decision point where I had to leave the flight to keep our stealth, the fish exploded. Fish!
After a strong departure, the fish went vertically, clock. As I enjoyed in the pursuit and in the shoulder, the doubt again began to move to my mind; Would the fish land, shut the deal? Approximately thirty minutes later, Bryan caught a tedious handicap carefully and took it to the boat. We were excited. The episode coincided with us, which allowed us to reward our efforts, feed the obsessions.
If you want to enjoy teamwork that has a visual impact on fish fishing, you can go out while passing through the Central Florida Beach and experience the passing of euphoria. The day's events are a memory that I will look after in the coming years.