It used to be that if you were a Florida resident saltwater fishing from a structure attached to land you needed no fishing license to indulge in this activity.
Cheyenne is just one of those hazards bridge anglers need to be aware of when they are handling smelly bait and we happen upon them. Visitors from Miami are not, it seems to enamored of large friendly Labradors so conversation was limited.
I expect they were going to remove their trash to the nearby trash can in the fullness of time. I hope their parents were as insistent as my wife is on the daily use of sunscreen because other wise things looked like they could go bad for these brash youngsters.
As to whether or not you need a license check out the confusing state of affairs here:
http://myfwc.com/license/recreational/do-i-need-a-license/
As best as I can tell if you are poor (with proof), young or old or in the military you probably don't but everyone else does to fish off a bridge.
The fact is I find fishing insanely dull. It is a hobby filled with technical gear, no how and arcane knowledge about the color and shape of bait and I have used up all that space in my brain to learn about the insanely boring and intricate sport of sailing, so you see, I have no more room in my head to learn about fishing. 
Besides, there is something fundamentally disturbing about the way people hook fish, drag them from their natural and peaceful habitat and toss them in the sun to suffocate slowly and painfully.
I am well aware of the paradox that I live in one of the finer saltwater fishing areas of the country with easy access to the water and yet all I can do in it is swim. 
On top of all that fishing involves sitting around endlessly in the sun waiting for something to happen. I see the lights at night on the bridges as people camp out in the cooler air and I confess there is something romantic and charming about night fishing.
On the other hand I can just as easily walk my dog in the cool of night and that involves no killing at all. This lot came to fish fully equipped. Here we see Mom and small kids hiding out under the bridge with a fire going ready to grill the protein Dad just hauled from the munificent ocean.
You have to give them credit for planning a serious weekend getaway in the Keys, but I cannot imagine the boredom of Mrs Angler sitting under the bridge also waiting for something to happen. 
Cheyenne and I kept moving enjoying the sky and the clouds and the excessive sunshine.
Cheyenne is just one of those hazards bridge anglers need to be aware of when they are handling smelly bait and we happen upon them. Visitors from Miami are not, it seems to enamored of large friendly Labradors so conversation was limited. I expect they were going to remove their trash to the nearby trash can in the fullness of time. I hope their parents were as insistent as my wife is on the daily use of sunscreen because other wise things looked like they could go bad for these brash youngsters. As to whether or not you need a license check out the confusing state of affairs here:http://myfwc.com/license/recreational/do-i-need-a-license/
As best as I can tell if you are poor (with proof), young or old or in the military you probably don't but everyone else does to fish off a bridge.
The fact is I find fishing insanely dull. It is a hobby filled with technical gear, no how and arcane knowledge about the color and shape of bait and I have used up all that space in my brain to learn about the insanely boring and intricate sport of sailing, so you see, I have no more room in my head to learn about fishing. Besides, there is something fundamentally disturbing about the way people hook fish, drag them from their natural and peaceful habitat and toss them in the sun to suffocate slowly and painfully.I am well aware of the paradox that I live in one of the finer saltwater fishing areas of the country with easy access to the water and yet all I can do in it is swim. 
On top of all that fishing involves sitting around endlessly in the sun waiting for something to happen. I see the lights at night on the bridges as people camp out in the cooler air and I confess there is something romantic and charming about night fishing.On the other hand I can just as easily walk my dog in the cool of night and that involves no killing at all. This lot came to fish fully equipped. Here we see Mom and small kids hiding out under the bridge with a fire going ready to grill the protein Dad just hauled from the munificent ocean.
You have to give them credit for planning a serious weekend getaway in the Keys, but I cannot imagine the boredom of Mrs Angler sitting under the bridge also waiting for something to happen. Cheyenne and I kept moving enjoying the sky and the clouds and the excessive sunshine.
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