I lost my fishing buddy this

[mrmacwvu1]

week. When I first moved down here to Florida he was one of the first people that I talked to because he had fishing hat on. For the life of me I can't tell you what it is but it is etched in my memory. I had been here only a few months but had some success targeting snook, redfish and trout. He told me that he was from south texas and that is what he loved to fish for. I offered to show him what limited knowledge I had at the time and show him the water. My friend that had taken me was the true captain but he hardly took people on his boat. My friend told me of his boat he brought from Texas. It was a beautiful Nautica Star with a 300 on the back. I am not a materialistic person so I had no idea how nice this boat was.When I arrived at his house and saw his boat I was in awe. We launched out and I am showing him where to go. This is when I really got to know my friend. I would point to a mangrove and his eyes would get as big as softballs. There was no way that he was taking his boat that shallow. Till this day his boat is beautiful and we caught many of Tarpon trout and a few reds out of it. The snook always alluded my buddy because I have never seen anyone throw and 1/8 oz jig one hundred yards, thats as close as his boat got to those pesky mangroves. 

 

Today I went with my other buddy and landed a 40 inch snook 10 feet from the mangoves. So Ben I love you and that fish was for you my good friend. Rest in peace buddy. 

[Bird]

Keep enjoying that friendship with Ben and keep showing off some fish for him.