I’ve been fishing Santa Rosa Island for a very long time, and naturally I have favorite memories. Here is a revered memory.
I felt like I was watching a western movie … sitting and watching hundreds of head of cattle being herded together and driven skillfully by cowboys through a saddle between two round-top hillocks.
But in this case, I had a fishing pole in my hand because we were anchored just off the beach in Bechers Bay at the east end of Santa Rosa Island…