The skilful use of the pole is an absolute necessity in work in the Everglades. The Seminole hardly knows the use of a paddle; even on salt water he poles or sails around the coast. In the Everglades the paddle is useless, and if you break a pole and have not a second one with you, you are in a very bad plight indeed… –Hugh Laussat Willoughby, Across The Everglades, 1898
Via the Day Tripper: After being waylaid by the last round of hurricanes in Aught Five, the Flamingo lodge has laid dormant like a ghost town at the gateway to some serious fishing. Now they’re going to rebuild it in an eco-friendly manner. Sign me up when it comes to pass.
Tagged: Everglades, Flamingo
Coincidentally, where I grew up is pronounced “Boca Rah-Tone”, not “Ratan.” (As an aside on where I live now, if I say “New York,” the proper response is not “How can you stand it?” or “I could never live there” or or any number of replies that you would be insulted by if someone said it about where you live.)
Tagged: Everglades, Flamingo, snook
A big shark patrolling the flats of Flamingo.
Tagged: Everglades, Flamingo, Flats fishing, shark, sharks
The osprey guarding the sign at the entrance to the Flamingo basin didn’t tell us where all the redfish had gone. Or why they were hiding from us. Sonsofbitches.
Tagged: Everglades, Flamingo, osprey
Messin’ around some with Photoshop FX.
Tagged: backcountry, Everglades, Flamingo, Heron
