Bronze Age

A tale of tails, brooms that sweep at the sky, telling V’s or bronzed backs glimmering as they hump the surface of the water. Two young men lower a canoe from a sea wall in an abandoned lot somewhere on the Space Coast. They push the vessel through inland ponds created by mangrove trees, oyster bars and a dropping tide. Somewhere else they ride the incoming tide through back water creeks and coves, where fresh and salt shake hands and the estuary is filled with tannic dye. Th

The Other Half

We finally got back to the Econ, and and I finally kept my promise to paddle the second half of the trail. I prefer the cooler time of the year for such expeditions, so we didn't camp out, and we brought what I thought was good supply of water, but it didn't last the 11 miles. Our entry point was at Snow Hill Road, so we drove to the extraction point, dropped off my wife's car, and she road with us to Snow Hill, then drove my car back to swap with hers. Lily and I hit the wat

I Found My Thrill

On Pleasant Hill Road, where the possibilities are many, we found a nice paddle, giant bluegill, red bellies, and oh yea, those one's with the big mouths too. We parked at the bridge on Pleasant hill road where it crosses Shingle Creek, and then paddled east towards the glories of Toho. The sunfish in here are aggressive, beautiful, and very robust. The Blue gill below managed to take drag after swallowing a white Rooster tail. It reminds me of Econ in parts but without as mu

The Economy of Bass and Scales

Back at the Little Econ, but this time with my oldest daughter and a canoe. We launched at 419 and took the first leg of it, which is about eight miles and ends at Snow Hill Road. This time I had my wife drop us off and then called for a pick up as we approached the foot bridge. I figured that would give them about 40 minutes drive time and enough time for me to paddle the rest of the way to Snow Hill. It was one of those trips when you were fighting the falling sun, partly b