The thermometer in the rental car read 86 degrees at 7 in the morning, so I knew the canals were going to boil.  So would anyone making the effort to walk them in search of fish. Peacocks like it hot, but I had a hard time getting anything but follows out of the bigger ones. A few little ones ripped the fly off its hinges. I had a surprise visit from this tiny bass at high noon. I also had several follows from always-elusive snakeheads, big ones, that did what they always do–patrol behind the fly until I run out of stripping room. Speaking of invasive species, I chased this iguana out of my parking space. The mud ducks would have none of it.…