by Mike Stubblefield As we made the turn out of the creek connecting Mud Bay to the first of the two Cross Bays, I saw nothing but dirty brown water and knew we were in trouble. Les, in his East Cape Canoe Gladesmen with trim tabs, made it three-quarters of the way across, rooster tailing mud all the...
by Mike Stubblefield Three Dog Rick muttered and cussed to himself as he walked his biggest hound, a black standard poodle he was training to hunt, through the RV park. The big poodle--young but tuned to Three Dog's moods--kept the extendable leash out to the max length, thus giving herself plenty...
Land of the Lost By Susan Jinbo Today, my husband, Craig, caught his first real Trophy Fish. It means different things in different sports. In most arenas, even one as innocent as little league, it means cheering crowds, a slap on the back by teammates, and a nod of grudging respect from the opponent...
by Mike Stubblefield Chokoloskee Florida - 2009 "Winds ESE 5-7 knots; bay and inland waters a light chop; temperatures to 91 degrees; skies clear. Full moon low tide at 8:46 a.m." The marine weather forecast played in the marina office as Leaky Lou, 75 year old ex-dock master of Port O'...