A Total Backwater Adventure

Yesturday, Wednesday Feb.16th. brought me back to the days of old. Remembering my first Snook, my first Tarpon, and many more. What sparked this childhood memory you ask? Back in the day the old US41 bridge, is where I learned to fish, taken there by my grandpa, in the mid 70's. The bridge was a sight for sore eyes, 2 ft concrete guiderail, no seperation from you, and the traffic. The whole damn thing would shake when a truck came by. But the fishing was incredible. As we headed out yesturday, with crystal clear water, and very light winds. I made a detour out to the Alligator creek reef, like some special force was pulling me towards that location. We got to the markers and began to look, hoovering over the old structure that use to be the old draw bridge, before the new span bridges were built. I was amazed you could see the old railing laying there on bottom, as if it was asleep. Lost in time, the bridge was still holding fish, as it did in the old days. As we trollling motored in amazement. I could hear in my mind. The old bridge keeper yelling at us to move our bicycles, and to be carefull we dont get runned over.. I know "runned over" but that was the words that echoed in my head. And just thinking how many fish we caught off the bridge in the 70's. Redfish, snook, tarpon, huge black drum, all caught of the old bridge. and to be able to see it, settled on the bottom, placed in its final resting place, brought me back to the days of simple.. Thank you "old 41 draw bridge" you have always had a place in my heart. And was the beginning for what I am today.