Ulysses always tells me that I'm the luckiest angler that he's ever met. Ulysses often tells me that when he shows pictures of our exploits to other seasoned skiff owners they marvel at my accomplishments. They often ask Ulysses to let them know when I'm on board so they can join us. I guess they just want some of that luck to rub off on them. And who could blame them for that?
Of course I always point out to Ulysses that any perceived luck attributed to me is really natural instinct. I don't bother myself with thoughts or analysis. I just seem to know where and when to strike. I observe the natural world and react with keen reflexes and steely determination. I become one with the wilderness. It's a gift and something I wish I could share with others.
But I am lucky to have a great friend in Ulysses. Here's some pictures of a recent Snook slammin' trip out of Flamingo. We boated six worthy beasts and had a blast doing it.