This is a magical place which photographs just can not capture. The white sand extending way out into the pass, the shallow clear green water, teaming with life, the tall pine swaying in the breeze all combine to create this paradise. Tom wading out can cast into the channel. We watch a fisherman in a boat near him hook a tarpon, and begin the fight. Schools of hand size fish swim by me as I wade out and realize that I am surrounded by tiny silver blue minnows. Tom catches a Spanish mackeral -- his third fish of the day. This morning walking/ fishing the beach in front of Harrington House, we followed the schools of fish jumping and scattering as something larger pursued them. From underneath the schools, Tom caught two Jack Cravalles as we heard a boat just at the green/ dark line call out fish on. We watched that mightily tarpon leap into the air and began to imagine.
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