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SUM 2013

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Denny Wagner and Chris Rush celebrate a Cape Coral bull red. In short order, he won the battle with a beautiful 11-lb. specimen. "Yeah brother!" was the simultaneous shout-out from Rush and me as the pugnacious snook was unhooked and sent back to its home. Rush, Wagner and I were all pleased with the outcome of the day, so we decided to call it quits for the moment; after all, it was 5 o'clock and "happy hour" had just begun. We ended up back at Rush's house, imbibing in a few adult beverages and practiced throwing metal spears into a laundry basket in anticipation of wild boar hunting the next morning. But, as plans change when living a nomadic life, boar hunting had to take a back seat as an old school friend from Long Island, New York, crazy Alberto Knie, who recently had relocated to Estero, Florida, rang me up. He wanted to test the waters at the Lovers Key Pass at Estero Island for a sunset session on speckled trout. "Get in," was all I heard from Knie as his salt-wearied face greeted me at fve in the evening. I climbed into a rod-laden truck built for fshing. There was no time for the frivolous Pointing the bow up into the backwaters of Cape Coral, we slid into a quiet, business of catching up. "It's witching hour; we've got to get to the pass," said slick-calm back cove, to a honey hole where some fallen down oak trees jutted a very serious and focused Knie, as he drove straight toward Estero Island. His out from the shoreline. Rush deftly launched a "livie" between two of the larger friend Butch Newell was riding shotgun. Soon, as the sun dipped over a surreal, limbs, a V-wake headed straight for the fittering baitfsh, followed by an explosive sun-sparkling Gulf of Mexico backdrop, we all cast out into an outgoing tide with commotion. "Big red! Get the net!" Rush shouted out, and quite deftly twisted ½-oz. red jigheads tipped with Berkley Gulp shrimp. An uncharacteristic slight the buckled rod left and right to wrench the fsh out from the submerged tree chill in the late March air had us in long pants and sweatshirts, and the whole limbs, eventually battling it to the boat where Wagner slipped the net under a scene was reminiscent of my childhood days catching trout in an enclosed pen respectable 33-in. redfsh. Smiles were plastered on each of our faces as the red at the fairground days—the action was simply too good to be true. Every single was gently let back into the water—a tail splash, and he was on his way. Wagner was next up, as he skipped his bait underneath the same submerged tree limb. The threadfn vibrated frantically, followed by another heart-stopping crash. This time, the hooked snook had other ideas, smartly navigating through the sharp Map Data: SIO, NOAA, U.S. maze of submerged branches, heading straight for Navy, NGA, GEBCO; Image: the tangle of shoreline mangrove roots, looking to © 2013 TerraMetrics, U.S. part himself permanently from Wagner. Denny—not Geological Survey, Cnes/ Captiva Island to be made a fool of by the snook—had other plans. Spot Image Writhing around of the bow of the boat, Wagner jumped into the water, passed the rod under one of the submerged branches and out the other side. The snook made a B-line for the next shoreline, but Denny wasn't fooled. Wagner then climbed back onto the bow, regained his footing, stood back up and came tight again on the snook, narrowly averting disaster. Sanibel Island Lover's Key

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