Bow Channel Bridge Fishing

An early morning walk alone with my dog. 

 Looking for sun dried  fish bait. She loves that stuff abandoned by anglers.

 It's the season for people to come down and play in the Florida Keys.

 I overhear endless dreary conversations about snow Up North. I don't  miss snow.

 There is more about life here than the weather. The commute for instance. This is busy:

 Playing with camera settings allows me to move the dawn back a few minutes:

 Today is the shortest day. That doesn't mean it can't be sunny. In the Keys.

 So, the weather is good we've established, the commute is easy and we forgot the fishing.

 I think fishing is boring, but I like walking my dog, so my judgement is suspect.

 From what I gleaned there is  a plan when you bridge fish-  you need current and you plan for the fish to swim upstream and you thus drop your line on a particular side of the bridge. 

And then you wait. I had places to be and rays to soak up so we went home and left them to it.

Sunrise Trash

Bow Channel in the early morning. I love summers in the Keys, and I had the stillness and the fishing bridge to myself.

Of course I was not completely alone. Cheyenne was busy hunting dead bait fish. She loves them all smelly and dried by the sun.

Wasn't I surprised to get nearly run down by someone seeking not the solace of solitude but brisk sweaty exercise.

There was one dead fish Cheyenne could not reach, the line caught in the power cables leaving the poor soul to dangle for eternity hopefully not snagging some hungry bird in a chain of death by fishhook. 

 Cheyenne is not terribly keen on banana peel or orange rinds but she gave them a look see.  Why oh why cannot these people who seek the munificence of the sea, have the least consideration for the rest of us and throw their trash in one of the many bins put out for their use?

 I found mono filament dumped on the ground ready to snag a bird.

 Check out this perfectly functional hook:

I put it in the trash, unwilling to carry that barb all the way to the end of the bridge and the special mono filament tubes set out for that purpose. That hook wasn't going anywhere once I stuffed it in the trash.

 There are cobwebs of this stuff dangling from the power lines. These people need casting lessons.

 But never mind the human element, nature does fine without us: