by fishingpoet on June 12, 2012 · 17 comments

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Islamorada, I’m here and everything about you is foreign to me. Timeless retro hotel and diner and marina signs. Languid, saronged women in their generous brown skin and strong, salty women in their salty brown skin. Bar-top sweat-rings telling stories between drinks. Backcountry islands hovering on the teal horizon. Clouds building and climbing and retreating in five thousand sunrise and sunset hues.┬áSkiffs and single-masts and cruisers in powder blue, white and pale aqua-green. Impossibly tight-woven mangroves and endless channels. The soul-wrenching siren-song of tarpon and bonefish and permit on the constant, humid breeze. Your guides and anglers in sandaled feet and tan-lined eyes at the bar immersed and unwinding in the vernacular of day after day after day on the water. Everywhere, ghosts of writers, artists, movie stars, sports figures, fishermen, smugglers, drifters, lost and wholly-found souls – bohemian shadows in their public anonymity – still clapping each other’s backs while in gritty, close, passionate conversation over whisky or rum or beer or all three. Islamorada, I’ve only been in your tide a few days. But I’m here and I can see how easy it would be to absolve myself of mainland life and simply chart a course for nothing. To look south over nothing but eternity’s tide from the bow of this skiff waiting for northbounders and see everything I need.


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Mike June 12, 2012 at 7:40 pm

Schweet. Has me wishin I was there~

fishingpoet June 12, 2012 at 8:21 pm

Hailing from upstate NY…it’s a pretty profound experience.

Jennifer Wetherwax June 12, 2012 at 8:58 pm

That’s beautiful Matt!! I love the keys…They are mesmerizing!

Pete June 13, 2012 at 6:18 pm

Yup. That’s the keys alright. It’s like Mardi Gras meets a haunted house. Behind every door is a party and a story of some famous dead person.

But the fishing will smack the taste out of your mouth. And I didn’t even go off-shore.

Can’t wait for more stories bro. Get after ‘em.

fishingpoet June 13, 2012 at 7:27 pm

“But the fishing will smack the taste out of your mouth.”
Waiting for one of these big tarpon to do just that…
Thanks for the shout, Pete!

Pete McD June 14, 2012 at 2:15 pm

Spoken word beats, Conch. Hope you got your silver.

fishingpoet June 14, 2012 at 3:53 pm

It’s good for the soul and lousy for the soul.
Silver x 2.

Pete McD June 14, 2012 at 4:40 pm

Saw that on FB. Conrats, that shot with the head sticking out is really cool.

fishingpoet June 14, 2012 at 4:47 pm

The GoPro strikes again! And then ran out of space on the card before I landed the damn thing.

Bjorn June 15, 2012 at 12:52 am

Fantastic stuff Matt. Glad you got after them and experienced a bit of the salt. You are ruined for all else now.

fishingpoet June 15, 2012 at 8:03 am

Ha! Thanks, bro. I’ve always said I need more salt in my diet.

Mat Trevors June 15, 2012 at 3:13 pm

Awesome. I feel like I should print this & carry it around with me at work.

PS – don’t trout set anymore (yes, I noticed that FB post…) :)

fishingpoet June 15, 2012 at 4:09 pm

That is awesome.
No more trout sets…scouts honor. Thanks for the shout, Mat!

Ethan Smith June 15, 2012 at 4:37 pm

Reading that makes it t feel like just yesterday, but I just realized I haven’t been there in 12 years, that sucks. Your interpretation is dead on. Good stuff there Matt.

fishingpoet June 15, 2012 at 5:16 pm

Thanks, Ethan. The place goes straight to your soul.
12 years. I think you’re about due for round 2.

Mark Coleman June 23, 2012 at 8:52 am

While I was in college I spent two glorious summers in Islamorada. Worked at Bud ‘n Mary’s and picked up extra money cleaning fishing boats and changing props. My only regret, and it’s hard to have one in such an experience, is that at the time I was way more into diving than fly fishing. Seems a tragedy looking back but the diving was world class too.

The variety of personalities in the Keys is unmatched anywhere else I’ve been. Everyone has a story to tell, some happy, some interesting, some downright depressing. The place is a bit of a microcosm of life in general.

It’s changed a lot over the years. Worldwide Sportsman is now a destination instead of a tackle shop in a low-slung conch building. The Lorelei is about 3x as big as it used to be. And I heard recently that Papa Joes has been bulldozed. The one thing that hasn’t changed much is the endless natural beauty. Let’s hope it never does.

fishingpoet June 24, 2012 at 7:59 pm

Hey Mark. I couldn’t agree more. I’m sure what’s the same is only a fraction of what’s changed, but it’s still a fantastic place. This was my first trip to the Keys. It was a long time coming. It won’t be near as long till my next visit. Thanks for the shout…

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