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Bonefishing Crooked Island, Bahamas

June 2, 2013 by · 1 Comment

Bonefishing Crooked Island, Bahamas

A Guest Blog by Michelle M. Yelton

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Guide Shakey shows off a bonefish.

Shakey. The name, not the fly-fishing. The fishing is spot on.  Standing atop a powder white flat seasoned with a gray-toned rock bottom, Shakey points his finger with the confidence of a military sniper and commands, “ten o’clock, 30 feet, cast it now.”

To the untrained eye, even donning a pair of polarized lenses, one might think Shakey is off.  But, he couldn’t be more precise.  Hidden in clear sight is a bounty of bonefish.

To someone listening in, one might mistake Shakey for an intense gym trainer.

“Cast it again! Now, now! Go! Aww, shit, you missed it.  Dropped it too hard. Try again, man.”

It’s no wonder these stunning fish, nearly transparent and adorned with sterling silver tiger stripes, are also known as the “ghosts of the flats.” It’s the unlikely scenario where camouflage meets pristine beauty giving fly fisherman and guides the challenge of first spotting, then landing one.

But after 18 years as a fly-fishing guide on the Crooked Island of the Bahamas, make no mistake, Shakey’s eyes and judgment are not a reflection of his nickname.

Born Elton McKinney, Shakey remembers the first time he witnessed the sport of fly fishing.

“In 1994 this guy came to the island to fly fish, and I thought it was the craziest thing I’d ever seen,” Shakey recalls.  “But after watching him a while, I asked him to teach me.”

That was just the beginning.  His family thought he was foolish for spending gas money to boat around the islands looking for bonefish, but Shakey knew he discovered a gem that could profoundly impact his town’s economy.

“I told them to relax; that this was my money and my time. Knowledge is power and I just keep pushing on.” 

And he was right. Before guiding for bonefish, Shakey and his father hauled in bonefish commercially. Once Shakey realized the fish had more potential as a tourism draw, he took action to stop that practice.

“After I started guiding I told my old man, ‘We aren’t hauling no more bonefish,'” said Shakey. “And he wasn’t happy about that. Then, I went to the police and told them these fish mean more to us than the nets, and the police agreed with that.”

Shakey and his team of seven anglers guide all year round.  While prime season is October through May, the fishing is still worthwhile the entire year.  Trips can be booked through Crooked Island Lodge.

Lodging
A group of four-room bungalows that a few yards from the beach complete with restaurant, gift shop and bar make up Crooked Island Lodge. Built in the late 1960s, the rustic and serene lodge offers the only commercial lodging option on the island. Accommodations are air-conditioned and comfortably simple, yet a good night’s sleep is never a challenge with the rocking cadence of ocean waves right outside your window. Maxing out at 12 rooms, action and adventure are only found on the water. On land, it’s all about relaxation whether it is lying beachside underneath shaded hammocks or strolling the immaculate shoreline.

Activities
In addition to the excellent fly-fishing, there are a variety of incredible spots for diving, deep sea fishing, swimming and snorkeling.  Better yet, hire a guide boat or rent kayaks and head across the bay to the old, abandoned lighthouse.  While there, learn how to catch conch or spear fresh lobster, and watch in awe as the guide transforms it into a gourmet seaside meal with just a knife, some foil and a hand-built fire. For an added treat while fly-fishing, ask Shakey to make the dolphins jump.

Dining
Meals are cooked to order three times a day at Crooked Island Lodge, and lunch coolers are packed for excursions. Dinners are the highlight of the dining experience where everyone is served the same meal, which is always a surprise of freshly caught seafood. The food is divine.

Local Tips
UV tops and pants recommended to fight the daytime sunrays, especially if going out on the water.  Pack some lightweight, long-sleeved shirts and pants or bug spray to ward off the mosquitoes and sand fleas while on land.

How to Get There
Bahamas Air flies to Crooked Island early on Saturdays and Wednesdays, which requires an overnight stop in Nassau the night before. Likewise, Pineapple Air flies in early on Mondays and Fridays.  Otherwise, hire a private charter and fly straight to Crooked Island Lodge, which has its own seaside runway.  Travelers on charter boats often make pit stops at Crooked Island Lodge where they can find food, drinks and wireless Internet.  Anchor in the bay and use a dinghy to come ashore.

Learn More
To learn more about fly-fishing in Crooked Island, Bahamas, contact The Granddaddy Fly Fishing Experience at info@granddaddyflyfishing.com or 828-288-1221 or visit their website at www.granddaddyflyfishing.com.  Additional information about Crooked Island Lodge and Crooked Island, Bahamas can be found at http://crookedislandlodge.com/.

North Carolina resident Michelle Yelton works for a public relations firm. She enjoys fishing in the Bahamas.

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2013. All rights are reserved.
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How the Redfish Told the Story

April 12, 2013 by · Leave a Comment

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How the Redfish Told the Story

– Guest Blog by David Caprera

“So I was cruising the bank of South Cedar Island looking for some breakfast after a late night at the Oyster Bar.  Maybe some shrimp cocktail or a mullet on toast.

“Along comes one of those crazy kayaking fisherman.  And a fly fisherman, they’re the worst.  All pompous and snooty with their Sage Rods and Abel Reels; ‘Hey look at me guys, I’ve got $1000 in fancy gear.’ Well, of course I hear him coming from a quarter of a mile away, banging his paddle on the side of the kayak and all.  Now normally I would just swim away but this morning I wanted to teach him a lesson.

“I continued feeding as he paddled to within about 60 feet.  For fun, I ducked down to the bottom and sat in the mud for a minute, just to piss him off, but then popped back up. He proceeded to cast, too many backcasts, but after an eternity he threw a fly into my part of the ocean.  It landed with the usual alarm bell plop to make sure that it was a fake.  One of those black rabbit worms that look like nothing I would ever want to eat.

“I tailed on his fly and he strip struck me.  At least he wasn’t as stupid as some of those northern trout fishing types, lifting their rod tip.  And this is where it gets good.

“I grabbed the rabbit tail between my lips, carefully avoiding the hook and proceeded to swim around like I had been fooled. After a minute or so, I had had enough exercise for the morning so I swam toward the kayak to within about 15-20 feet. The fisherman was holding his rod tip high creating a large bend in the rod. With utmost precision I brought my head to the surface, took aim, executed a perfect bow and arrow cast, and hit the fisherman with his own fly square in the forehead.

“Yeah, I really did.”

David Caprera was an attorney in a former life. He amuses redfish and sometimes humans in his spare time now. This is his second guest blog for the spotted tail.

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2013. All rights are reserved.

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The Art of Fibbing

April 2, 2013 by · Leave a Comment

The Art of Fibbing- A Guest Blog By Tammy Wilson

 

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Any angler worth their salt knows the value of a good fib. It’s the difference between a skunking and an 8-pound bluegill, after all. It’s how a 10-inch brook trout becomes a 20 incher over the course of an afternoon, and a world record over the course of a lifetime. It’s what makes a slot sized redfish a trophy bull when the story is retold over the campfire.

There’s a definite art to the yarn, and some folks don’t give that fact enough credit. Some don’t understand the fine nuances, the unspoken rules or the definite boundaries that go along with a really great fish story. Amateurs may delve right in with stories of a 700 pound black drum that got away down at the inlet when any seasoned story teller will readily admit it’s a known fact black drum don’t grow over 539 pounds.

An experienced angler knows to truly appreciate the one that got away. The one that was caught and witnessed or photographed or seen by the angler is a fish with a diminished potential for growth. The lost fish, on the other hand, has an uncanny almost otherworldly ability to morph into astonishing sizes. Some of these growth spurts take only mere hours, while some grow indefinitely, depending on how many times the incident is rehashed squared by the amount of single malt scotch gone from one’s flask.

Before mastering the distortion of truth, it’s equally important anglers keep buried in the recesses of their brains an entire library of excuses and be able to conjure seven to nine of them up at any given time. Fast thinking and the ability to keep said excuses neatly organized depending on method and location of fishing is crucial. One simply cannot have caught any trout on the stream because the tide was all wrong, after all.

The invention of the digital camera has really taken away from the art of fibbing in a drastic and sad way. The ability to CPR (catch, photograph, release) a catch has taken imagination right out of the fishing tale. Immediate proof with the ability to instantly show off one’s catch on the World Wide Web if one chooses has cut into the fine moral fabric of the fish tale. It’s why in most cases, the dog ate my camera, the batteries were dead, I left it in my car and I hit the wrong button.

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2013. All rights are reserved.

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Celebrating World Water Day by Reducing Water Use in the United States

March 20, 2013 by · Leave a Comment

Celebrating World Water Day by Reducing Water Use in the United States

by Danielle Nierenberg, Co-founder of Food Tank: The Food Think Tank (www.FoodTank.org)

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The United States is one of the world’s biggest users of water. Many Americans use as much water as approximately 900 Kenyans. As a result, water resources in the U.S. are shrinking. In the last five years, there have been water shortages in almost every part of the country. The worst drought in at least 25 years hit 80 percent of the country’s farmland in 2012. Even worse, the damaged land won’t fully recover this year. At least 36 states are expecting local, regional, or statewide water shortages, even without drought.

The Natural Resources Defense Council expects water scarcity to affect the American South, West, and Midwest the most. Fourteen states in these regions already have “extreme” or “high” risk of water scarcity. Arizona, Florida, Idaho, Nevada, and Texas face the most danger because they are expected to see some of the largest increases in population by 2030. Water scarcity is about more than lack of water, it’s about lack of drinkable water. It is estimated that as many as 53.6 million Americans have contaminated tap water.

But as eaters and consumers, we can profoundly reduce water waste and water consumption through the food choices we make. Recent research from the Barilla Center for Food & Nutrition (BCFN) shows that a healthful diet and environmentally sustainable diet can go hand in hand.

Here are five steps to save water in the United States:

Eat a little less meat. Switching from a meat-centered weekly menu to a diet rich in vegetables and grains could save 2,500 liters of water a day! Eating grass-fed and locally-raised meat, eggs, and dairy products can also save water.

Steam veggies instead of boiling. In general, steaming vegetables uses less water than boiling. According to a study in the Journal of Food Quality, steamed vegetables are more nutritious. For example, boiling corn on the cob in a large pot may use 6-8 quarts of water, whereas steaming only uses 1-2 quarts. If you must boil, save the water for your garden, soup stock, or use it to clean pots.

Provide support for small-scale, family farms. Agricultural subsidies in the United States disproportionately support large-scale agribusinesses over the small-scale producers. They are more likely to be engaged in sustainable food production, and may be challenged by drought or commodity price fluctuations. Changes in government support services could reduce this deficit and improve food and water security.

Streamline water use in home gardens. During the summer months, the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) reports that nearly 40 percent of household water is used for watering lawns and gardens. National Geographic suggests incorporating native plants into your garden that are adapted to the local climate and often require less water. Manually watering plants, instead of using automatic sprinklers, cuts water use by 33 percent, according to a report by the EPA. Consumers can also buy self-watering planters, or construct rain barrels that can save you up to 1,300 gallons of water.

world water dayReduce food waste. The U.N. Food and Agriculture Organization reports that nearly one third of all food produced for human consumption is wasted throughout production, storage, transportation, consumption and disposal. Learn about your food’s shelf life and how long you can store food in your freezer. Other ways to reduce food waste are only buying what you plan to eat, using leftovers to create new meals or donating food you can’t use to soup kitchens.

It’s more important than ever that this World Water Day Americans find ways to save every drop.

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Danielle Nierenberg is a food and agriculture expert and co-founder of Food Tank: The Food Think Tank (www.FoodTank.org).

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Trash Fishing

February 4, 2013 by · Leave a Comment
Trash Fishing

Guest Blog by Tammy Wilson  

I recently spent the morning with a friend at the wildlife refuge. We had gone to watch the sun rise, and maybe try a little fishing before we began our business for the day. The sun never really came up, it just illuminated the thick gray clouds that blanketed the sky. Twenty-knot winds made any type of fishing other than trash fishing pretty much out of the question. We got out at several places and watched the fish we’d try to catch had either of us remembered to bring a rod. We found lots of trash. I don’t think it was a coincidence that where we saw fish, we saw trash.

We loaded up on trash fish. I was doing quite well with slot size beer cans. The numbers were there even if they were of no size. Meanwhile Rodney was struggling with a giant cast net for what seemed like an hour. He finally landed it and since there was no size or bag limit we decided to keep it all. I scored high on a sun bleached Florida Gators cup, and Rodney kept pace by finding three glass bottles hiding in the overgrown grass not ten feet from a sign announcing a certain group’s dedication to cleaning up that stretch of road three times a year.

A massive tire showed itself, but neither of us could reach it with our gear. We made a mental note of where it lives though and won’t go back under gunned next time. That tire is going to be ours, oh yes it is. Not sure how we’ll score that on the official score board, that’s going to be a team effort.

At another spot we spied the mother lode, a whole school of beer cans. Unfortunately, a very large, very fat alligator and a school of baby tarpon guarded them. Neither of us was feeling that froggy at the moment. Next time, though, when that alligator is gone, and after I’ve caught one or two of those tarpon, those cans are MINE!

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Enjoying Life on the Indian River Lagoon

December 26, 2012 by · Leave a Comment

A Guest Blog by Rodney Smith

Enjoying Life on the Indian River Lagoon

 

Enjoying Life on the Indian River Lagoon

James Smith with some fine Indian River Lagoon crab claws.

My oldest son, James, has been getting on me to write a blog entitled “Enjoying Life on the Indian River Lagoon (IRL) Coast.” As much as I write, you’d think it would be an easy task, but at the end of the day, I felt like the task of writing a blog was about as exciting as being flogged with a soft-shell blue crab. Useless!

But then again, James reminded me why I should be communicating more frequently with other folks who also love and cherish the Indian River Lagoon coast. So, to restart my blog I have a question for you:

Why do you love the IRL coast in winter?

Please answer at irlcoast@gmail.com . If I get feedback on this question I’ll know some of you out there are reading this blog, and this will help me judge my course, blog-wise, moving into a new year!

Funny what a difference a month can make. It’s been the opposite of what you would typically consider standard conditions; in mid-November water temperatures along the entire Indian River Lagoon coast were in the mid-sixties in the north-central inshore ocean waters, well below normal. It looked like we were in for a long winter, but the weather flipped between Thanksgiving and Christmas and ocean temperatures rose nearly ten degrees.

The mild late fall weather guided thick schools of Atlantic menhaden toward the beaches along the north-central IRL coast. This, along with a steady stream of late season mullet still lingering near ocean inlets, attracted a smorgasbord of gamefish.

Because of the mild weather, tripletail, cobia, king mackerel and shark could be caught not far from where the Atlantic Ocean met the beaches. Tarpon by the hundreds flocked to Sebastian Inlet, snook packed the Ft. Pierce area and flounder and red and black drum roamed the beaches and inlets. Large schools of pompano, pushed south by the early cold and dirty water surged north, creating plenty of happy anglers from Sebastian to Hobe Sound.

Yes, December can be a fickle weather month along the Indian River Lagoon coast; tropical one day, winter-like the next. But as I found from going back to my twenty years of journals on the outdoor history of the IRL coast, much of the time the fishing and catching are above par this time of year.

If you’re interested in learning more about what to expect each month of the year along Florida’s IRL coast, check out my book Enjoying Life on the Indian River Lagoon Coast.  It touches on a wide range of topics, from shrimping and crabbing, to fishing for snook, tarpon, pompano, spotted seatrout and a large number of ocean pelagics. This book is jam-packed with useful information concerning the IRL coast for every month of the year.

Visit rodneysmithmedia.bigcartel.com for more information, or to order.

Rodney Smith is a writer and author, and currently director of Anglers for Conservation. He lives with his family in Satellite Beach.

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Tamlet Pitched a Fit- by Tammy Wilson

December 26, 2012 by · Leave a Comment

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A Guest Blog by Tammy Wilson

Once upon a time, in a land very, very near to where I sit writing this, a wee little Tamlet pitched a fit. It was a great fit. It was the kind of fit only a five or six year old girl can pitch. It was beautiful, something to behold as far as fits go. I was pissed.

My two older brothers, also known as the monsters, were in Grandma’s back yard, on the edge of the lake. They were fishing.  I didn’t know a single thing about fishing. I only knew that the monsters were doing it, they were having fun, and I wasn’t. That simply would not do. I had asked them if I could fish with them, but as the monsters always did, they said no. They said girls don’t fish. Then they said the one thing that was pretty much going to guarantee that I was GOING to do this fishing thing… they said I “couldn’t”.

Since I was a wee little Tamlet, that word has been a trigger. Don’t tell me I can’t do something. You may as well be daring me to do it. I’ve always been the kind of person who will not only do it out of spite, I’ll show you fifty ways that I CAN do it. It’s not always a good trait to have.

The monsters had said no. And then they had gone so far as to dare me. I couldn’t beat them up, the monsters were big… so I did the one thing that any five or six year old girl knew how to do. I pitched a fit. Not two minutes later my father was yelling at the monsters to let their little sister fish and I was standing there with my tongue hanging out. I had won! Ha! Take that.

And so the monsters did the same thing they did every time that happened. They let me fish. They didn’t show me how, they didn’t help. Oh no. They simply just stopped keeping me from it. I had been watching, though, and I thought I could pull this off. I found myself a good stick, and took it in the house and my father tied a piece of line on it and stuck a hook on the end. The monsters had some bread out there and so I grabbed a piece off the table and I was out there in no time.

It took a little while to figure it out. The monsters were letting no secrets out. I had NO idea how to put the bread on the hook. I used that first piece of bread in about ten minutes and had to go in for more. I knew better than to pitch another fit. As a master of the fits, I knew you could only use them so often, or they lost their effectiveness. I was not a stupid child.

Eventually the monsters got tired of watching my failure and went off to do something else. I’m sure I wanted to do whatever it was they were doing, but I knew that I had been as much as dared to catch a fish at that point and that I could not stop until that mission was accomplished. Oh the tongue sticking out I was going to give them! If only I could figure it out.

Lucky for me, bluegill aren’t smart fish, or very hard to catch. I finally somehow managed to screw up and actually catch one. I was so proud of myself. I had done it! I had done it all by myself and I sure showed those monsters. But when I did show my beautiful catch to them, they laughed. Smallest fish they’d ever seen they said. They howled in laughter. They knew something else I didn’t know. I had to get that fish off the hook. After poking myself several times and freaking out over the moving slimy fish on the end of my line on my stick, I finally had to walk it inside where the grown-ups were sitting and have someone take it off. That poor fish didn’t survive.

That poor fish, though, wasn’t the only thing hooked that day. I was hooked. I had learned that there were living things under that water. I had learned that you could actually catch them. I put another dough ball on that hook and bam! Another fish. I hauled that one out of the water and this time when I stuck my tongue out at the monsters they didn’t laugh. It was huge by “Grandma’s Lake” bluegill standards. That was it. That was the end of my sweet little girl days.

Another monster had been born that day. From that day forward, it was always about the fishing. Oh occasionally I’d have to do something else the older monsters were doing. I spent my fair share of time in the woods sitting with my sack waiting for snipe to run into it. Didn’t matter to me, though. I had shown the monsters, and I was going to keep showing them. Spite is as good a reason as any to go fishing, really.

Tammy Wilson, a talented fly fisher and writer, lives in Cocoa. This is her second guest blog with us.

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2012. All rights are reserved.

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Sight Fishing for Redfish in Mosquito Lagoon

November 15, 2012 by · 1 Comment

Sight Fishing for Redfish in Mosquito Lagoon

Guest Blog by David Caprera

Sight Fishing for Redfish in Mosquito Lagoon

 

The sport has long been called sight fishing but I have only recently come to understand its intentions. I had naively assumed that the term meant you cast to sighted fish with the intent to hook and capture them. But I have come to believe I have been guilty of “overthinking”, that the term means exactly what it says it means, nothing more nor less, and I am actually becoming damn good at it.

Tonight is our last night of our current trip to Florida, the primary purpose of which was to play bridge (some good, some bad), but I was able to spend several mornings kayaking in Mosquito Lagoon. I caught one redflish on fly but saw many.

How many, you ask? Well, enough to consider myself to be a successful sight fisherman. I made some very good sightings. Admittedly, when a three foot long bronze back projects itself out of six inches of water and shines in the morning sun like a brand new penny, I may not be alone in my ability to sight it. But sight it I did. Many times.

This idea of casting near, but not too near, the fish, hooking and landing it is vastly overrated. It totally overlooks the “banging the paddle on the kayak floor trick”, the “fly imbedded in your thumb trick”, or the “the amazing flying crab fly” where one casts the fly well over a mangrove limb and proceeds to lower the fly from overhead to the unsuspecting redfish who when confronted with a crab from the sky has not since been seen in Volusia County. Add to that the usual bad flies, bad casts, bad knots and hooking your hat, and you should begin to understand what I am talking about.

So a sight fisherman I remain.

Dave Caprera is a tax attorney and fly fisherman now splitting his time between New Smyrna Beach and Denver.

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Tiny Tarpon’s Amazing Journey

October 16, 2012 by · 1 Comment

A Guest Blog by Paul MacInnis

Paul MacInnis is an engineer and an award winning outdoor writer who serves on the board of directors for Anglers for Conservation.  He is a family man dedicated to his lovely wife Nancy and two wonderful daughters, Anna and Lily.

Tiny Tarpon

Tiny Tarpon like this one can be caught in many roadside ditches throughout Florida. Photo courtesy of Paul MacInnis.

Last week I stood beside Hall Road in Merritt Island. Using my four weight more like a cane pole than a fly rod, I swam a number eight streamer around clumps of grass and an old log. Flashy little fish attacked my fly like a horde of hungry ladyfish. But these were no ladyfish; they were tiny tarpon five to ten inches long.

How did these tiny tarpon get to this roadside ditch among the cattails, gar and mosquitoefish? Theirs was an epic, perilous journey spanning perhaps hundreds of miles. Just for them to make it to this rural roadside canal in east central Florida, miles from saltwater, borders on the impossible.

It likely starts in the deep ocean sometime between April and August. Scientists believe adult tarpon in the mood to procreate migrate from their inshore haunts to the continental shelf, some 100 miles offshore in the Gulf and three to five miles in the Atlantic. A mature female tarpon will release four to 20 million eggs per season, usually around the new and full moon.

After two to three days fertilized eggs hatch into ¼ inch long larvae call leptocephalus. The hatchlings look nothing like tarpon, or even fish. The flat, translucent, eel-like larvae sport a fearsome set of fangs making them resemble a Chinese dragon.

The tiny leptocephalus uses wind, tides, ocean currents and its own limited swimming ability to navigate miles of open ocean. Some larvae lucky enough to evade an almost constant array of hungry predators eventually reach the shore. When onshore winds combine with flood tides at night, especially moonless nights, tarpon larvae pass through inlets into coastal estuaries. The danger is far from over as a leptocephalus now has to navigate past a host of new predators as it searches out that special place it will spend the first year of its life.

Some three to four months after they were born, the leptocephali metamorphose into tiny versions of adult tarpon. It is now they take advantage of a unique adaptation that is key to their survival for the first year. Tarpon can live where most other fish cannot because their swim bladder doubles as a primitive lung allowing them to extract oxygen from air they gulp from the surface when they roll. Baby tarpon use this to their benefit by seeking out creeks, ditches, and other oxygen-poor waters as a sanctuary from fishy predators that require higher levels of dissolved oxygen to survive.

Baby tarpon thrive in these oxygen-poor waters, feasting on mosquitofish, killifish and other small prey. They grow rapidly, reaching 12 to 16 inches by the end of their first year. By the time they reach 16 inches long most juvenile tarpon leave the stagnant backwaters to join their bigger brethren, making room for the next generation of baby tarpon to arrive.

Many thanks go to Dr. Kathryn Guindon from the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission (FWC) Fish and Wildlife Research Institute (FWRI) for help in putting together this article. For more information and to learn how you can help the FWC FWRI track and study tarpon visit http://myfwc.com/research/saltwater/tarpon/genetics/.

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This tiny tarpon was caught in the Everglades backcountry. Photo by John Kumiski.

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photography by Henrique DePaiva

March 16, 2012 by · Leave a Comment

My friend Rick took up photography just a few years ago. He got real good, real fast. At first I was jealous- I’ve been at it my whole life, and he’s better than me! Fortunately I quickly got over it. Now I’m happy for him, and brag on him.

Enjoy these fishing related photos. See more at this link…

 

 

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