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Tico Airshow Images

If I was rich, I do believe I would be an airshow follower. Or whatever those people are called that go to all the airshows. I just wanted to share a couple images of the Warbirds that allow us the freedom we have today.

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Well, Wicked Willy didn’t really garner our freedom for us. He was cool tho!! Annnnd he outran the P-51 🙂

The last of summer’s sunset’s. My version of bending light through glass.

With daylight saving’s time just hours away, I wanted to share some of the last of the seasons sunsets. Beautiful simplicity in nature, we can but only try to duplicate her wonderful works by bending light through glass………..

The skyscape captured in a wineglass.............
The skyscape captured in a wineglass…………
How can you sleep when you know this is how you get to start your day?
How can you sleep when you know this is how you get to start your day?
5 Palms
5 Palms are the backdrop for an October Sunset out on Peacocks Pocket
Summer is leaving, but the sky painting to mark the end of the day make me almost forget that the warm evenings are coming to an end......
Summer is leaving, but the sky painting to mark the end of the day make me almost forget that the warm evenings are coming to an end……

Surf Rods are going into hibernation…………

It saddened me as I put the surf rods in the storage closet. This summer, we did well in our endevour to spend every weekend surf fishing at the beach,greeting the sunrise with excitement, knowing in the next five or six hours, we would be cleaning fresh Whiting, Croaker, or whatever we were lucky enough to catch.

How can you sleep when you know this is how you get to start your day?
How can you sleep when you know this is how you get to start your day?

The sound of the water, the feeling of freedom, as you look past the horizon. The wonder of the expanse above, while wondering what is below.

That’s what my mind saw and felt today, as the memories of the last few months replayed themselves and I realized we wouldn’t be heading back until next spring. Living on the coast, we have the ocean, salt water rivers, and fresh water lakes and river. Everything here is seasonal, and although I know when we leave one body of water, we are heading to another one, the beach is my favorite.

Isn’t it funny that you only remember the good stuff? Beach fishing is tough. Imagine a beach cart, loaded with three 15 foot rods, a cooler full of ice, umbrella, food cooler, cast net, tackle, 12 foot “Baby Rod” (That’s what Johnny calls mine. That Ande is tough tho!), sand flea rake…. I know I’m forgetting stuff..  Oh yeah. My camera. My camera goes everywhere.

Takes you from the parking lot to utopia.
Takes you from the parking lot to utopia.

The first thing you see when you get to the beach is the cross walk. Unload the cart off the truck and pull it up the walk. It probably weighs 65-70 pounds. Adrenaline usually helps, because you know in 10 minutes, rods will be in the water. Over the walk, and into the unforgiving sand. That’s the hard part. The sand. But it’s worth it. Walk until he says stop, which is always too far from where we started. And then out of no where, he says “Here.” And now we are ready to officially start our morning. As the sky shows the promise of a sunrise, we are working.

Johnny gets busy putting the rod holders in the sand, somehow spaced perfectly. I always take the one on the left, because I’m left-handed, and I like the feeling of space. Plus, he says I’m not afraid to shank the 12′ Ande’ now and then, so I try to stay out of his way. While he’s still putting the holders in place, I go behind him and bait and cast my rod. On a good day, he won’t get done before I get the first fish. Whiting usually. Great eating. Croakers were pounding us for a solid three weeks, and I have to say, they are the sweetest…..

When the rods start going off, it’s not fun anymore. Its focus, speed, and agility. Penn Squidders are his reel of choice, and all three of his 15 foot Ugly Sticks are equipped the same. No line levelers make me work even harder, and I always curse while he is yelling, “Get the rod! It’s a Pompano! Reel! Reel! Reel!” When I bring in a whiting, catfish. or shark, he is just grinning. He doesn’t care what comes in, he just “Loves to see the rod bend.”   It can be bedlam for about an hour. Four rods, oftentimes two going off at the same time.

When I think I can’t run anymore, and my arms are tired, they quit biting. Stop. Nothing. Fifteen minutes go by. I check the bait. Re-cast. And then I realize we are done for a while.  Finally I get to sit and enjoy some coffee. Put the umbrella up over the cooler to keep the ice as long as possible. And just relax.

I realize why tourists come here. The sand feels good under my feet. The wind is coming off the water, and the sun is high enough to put my sun glasses on. The lull of the waves relaxes one to the point of making you think you could stay in this spot forever. The coffee tastes better here. I don’t know what it is, but it’s always the same.

This is when I see who’s around as far as my sentry’s. Those are the birds. When the Ibis show up, we know the sand fleas will be up in an hour. Amazing, but true…… Johnny is deadly with a sand flea rake, and the fish love ‘fleas, so we always have bait. He just has to beat the birds to the bounty sometimes.

They will show us where the bait is. We just have to watch......
They will show us where the bait is. We just have to watch……

Then there are the little birds. The Sanderlings. They find the fleas too. The Gulls and Terns show where the near shore bait is, and the Osprey will show where the schools of fish we want are, as they soar above.

Unbelievable how they can use their beak to deflect the water from their face. Proably one of the many things that make them such great foragers in constant waves
Unbelievable how they can use their beak to deflect the water from their face. probably one of the many things that make them such great foragers in constant waves

Even the little ghost crabs make me smile, as they try to figure out a way to something bigger than them into their hole.

This lil crab will work itself nonstop, trying to drag something to it's hole, while avoiding the overhead threat of birds...........
This lil crab will work itself nonstop, trying to drag something to it’s hole, while avoiding the overhead threat of birds………..

When Daylight Savings Time starts next weekend on the east coast, I will not be happy. Our days at the beach surf fishing are over for the season, and I know that right around the corner, cooler nights precede cold days. Coupled with the shorter days that put the sun to bed around 6 p.m., I already miss summer. The surf rods are sad……………………….

Peacock’s Pocket on The Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge……………………….

Sunset on the MINWR is where we are every time we get the chance,. Can you blame us?
This night, Johnny waded the shallow-water flat, looking for a Redfish or Spotted Sea-Trout to give his weedless spoon a second look.  As he fished, I walked the area, finding a brazen Limpkin that seemed happy to look for bugs at my feet
She seemed happy to wander around at my feet, and I realized in the tall grass, she could see snakes before me. We hung out for about an hour........
She seemed happy to wander around at my feet, and I realized in the tall grass, she could see snakes before me. We hung out for about an hour……..

                                                                                                                                                                                There was a Tri-Colored Heron standing perfectly still at the base of a mangrove tree, hidden by reeds in ankle deep water, trying to lure fish into his range.

Tri-Color Heron on the Merritt Island national Wildlife Refuge, down around Peacock's Pocket
Tri-Color Heron on the Merritt Island national Wildlife Refuge, down around Peacock’s Pocket

 I tried to shoot images of a Tit Mouse. That didn’t work out as well as I hoped. I always keep Johnny in view, because this time of year, the alligators are beefing up for the upcoming cooler weather we will be having in the next month or so. The bulls have no issue with shadowing the wading fishermen; my guess is that in the past when they get with 10 feet or so of someone, they throw the gator the fish out of fear. I like to let him know if one is behind him, because they have a nasty habit of going under water when they get close. There were three in the area this night, but they all kept a respectful distance.