We haven’t had the best light for this trip. A lot of overcast days, and of course, our last day of fishing brought the best light we’ve had.
We did our normal routine and headed out to the flats. As I’m driving the golf cart, I realize I only have my flip flops not my flat shoes, aka the Walmart Crocs...
I thought to myself, “I’ll just go barefoot and go slow.” Makes you more present anyway…
That’s all fine until you start finding coral.
Instead of letting it determine the day, I told Jax, “We gotta go to the bank and find some shoes.”
The unfortunate part? I was confident I could find a pair of shoes that fit.
The fortunate part? I found a pair that fit.
So I walked several miles in a pair of mix-match shoes and landed permit number two and three.
What an incredible blessing and journey it has been to chase these fish. I feel like it’s all been paying off. Some days are better than others.
you got to want it.
