Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow

We weren't actually in a bay, we were in a lagoon with the first name Mosquito. And there were very few, if any, watermelons in sight. What were in sight were plenty of redfish for an action-packed morning of sightcasting and plenty of tight-line therapy. We made the mile or so paddle across the lagoon to a spot my friend frequents. With the canoe we borrowed from Whitey's we headed to our first... view full article
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