I haven't thought about this in a while until the thread that was going the other day asking for people to share a fishing story or memory. This isn't exactly a fishing story, but I figured some of you guys would find it interesting.
I was in 6th grade at the time, 11 years old, living in Miami, FL, right across the street from a marina. That's around the time I became really addicted to fishing. My brother and I had a 15' Skanoe (canoe with a flat back) with a 5 hp Nissan mounted on the back, and our best friends had a jonboat with a 9.9 Merc. We used to take our rigs out early in the morning, fish topwaters and other lures for jacks and cudas, and if we were lucky, we'd hook into the occasional tarpon or snook. Then after the bite died, we'd catch a ton of mangrove snapper on dead shrimp and take them home for dinner. It was a pretty awesome time in my life.
If we weren't fishing, we were working on a fort we were building in a clearing in the mangroves. This was just a couple years after Hurricane Andrew, so there was still tons and tons of driftwood along the shorelines and lodged in the mangroves. That's what we used to build our fort.
Anyway, one day after we were done fishing, we were looking for some good driftwood to add onto the fort, and I saw this package lying in the seaweed up on shore, wrapped tightly in duct tape. On the outside was written "25" in green marker. My friend and I had no idea what it was, and frankly, we were worried that it may contain a dismembered body or some other messed-up thing that a 6th-grader would think of. My buddy and I each grabbed a side and managed to bring it out into the sunlight. I took out my filet knife and made a slit in the side of the box, and as I retracted the knife, I noticed that it was covered in pure white powder. We then knew it was a whole bunch of drugs. I remember we were all pretty scared after the find, and my brother was already sitting in the canoe begging us to leave. We stashed the box back where it was originally and left.
When we got home, we alerted the Coast Guard, and my buddy went out to the spot in the coast guard boat to show them where it was.
A week or so later, they contacted us and explained that the box contained 25 kilos of 100% pure cocaine, with a street value of $1.875 million. It was almost definitely dumped off of a barge probably as they were being approached by the Coast Guard. Crazy.
When I think of it now, I'm actually really glad I found it when I was a little kid, because I'm not sure that I'd call the Coast Guard this time. I probably would, but you never know...
Just wanted to share that with you guys