More Full Moon Weirdness

This blog is supposed to be about fishing in the Keys but sometimes life in the Keys trumps fishing. I woke up at some ungodly hour this morning and craved a smoke. So I went over to Dion's to get a pack of the cheapest smokes they had and had I guess an alien encounter.

First homeless Steve was sitting on the curb playing his guitar. Since I didn't have much to do I talked to Steve for a while and played some blues while he told me about his getting thrown in jail for a few days.

Steve is one of those people that could really benefit from Chris Rock's how to not get your ass kicked by the police video. Steve was given a new medication that was a little more potent than he anticipated. A cop showed up and asked him if he was all right. Steve being from Jersey and not in full control of his faculties, told the cop that he was not all right, he was F'ed up and needed to be taken to F'ing hospital pretty F'ing fast. There is something about southern cops and the F bomb. Any hoo Steve got free room and board with grits and baloney for a few days.

Now Steve's tribulations with life is not that unusual, at least in the Keys anyway. The weird part was when this kid asked to bum a smoke off me. Smokes have become a pretty valuable commodity of late and bumming a smoke off a stranger normally results in a less than desirable result. My response was a simple hell no. The kid was persistent though so I gave him the last couple of drags. Then he couldn't get his car started. That is a bit abnormal. So he asks me to start his car. That is also abnormal. Anyway, after asking him what the hell he was on and how long he has been brain dead I started his car for him. Real difficult, put the key in, turn, start. So I am trying to figure out if the youngster was capable of driving. He appeared to be sober, but not the sharpest tack in the box. So I let him drive off after a cursory grilling.

Now it is not just the early morning derelict crowd that is weird. The fish have taken to weirdness too. The snapper have developed a case of the full moon lock jaw and the sailfish that have shown up are not feeding. There is nothing more frustrating than seeing sailfish follow your bait and not eat. Well, there is those times the significant other says, "we need to talk." I can handle the poor sailfish bite better than that.

In other news, the Native Son charter business is no more. Captain Pete sold the boat and returned to the real world. It is getting where I am one of the few idiots, er .. guides, still hanging out. Captain Gator at Pips is also pulling the plug and headed north. Little Chris with the walkabout charter boat is up north and may not make it back this season.

On the bright side some people are starting to invest some money in the Keys. Frosty's and Rum Bum's restaurants are both looking at new ownership by season. Herbie's restaurant which has been closed for three months is soon going to open again. The Rum Bum's location has a brand new tiki hut to expand their seating for a full liquor license which I highly approve of. Faro Blanco construction should start next year provided the sewer stays on schedule. We have a new West Marine building nearly finished and the number of for sale signs is starting to decrease. So things are starting to look up a bit.

As soon as we get this full moon behind us the fishing will pick up and all will be well in the Keys again. Until then I have a bottle of Scotch to tide me over. Marathon in the Florida Keys should be your next fishing vacation destination. Join us for charter fishing, fishing guide trips or our fishing 101 so you can fish on your own with better success.

Tight lines,

Capt. Dallas