Three days of 30-knot winds and a couple of days of slate-gray skies will put a damper on any fishing trip--in fact, had we not traveled 3,000 miles to get here, the chances of us actually going fishing in this weather are pretty minimal.
But we're here. We're committed.
And this morning, despite a chalky soup out on the flat in front of the lodge, and more wind, we feel a bit more optimistic. Today, there's sun.
Thankfully, our hosts here on Dead Man's Cay know the innards of this island like we know the faces of our children. Yesterday, in sideways rain and wind you had to lean into to fight it off, we ventured into the backcountry and managed to shake loose the skunk. I brought a ladyfish and three baby tarpon to hand.
Today... the beach and hopefully the chance to cast to big, toothy critters like barracudas and lemon sharks.
Eventually the wind will slow down and we'll hit the flats again. Until then, we're adapting. Stay tuned.