Casting from MacArthur Causeway. 



the residents were no doubt sleeping heavily, never dreaming 

 than an angler was practically rapping at their windows with 

 his backcast. 



The true ladyfisherman figures the tide eccentricities down to 

 the last ripple. He knows each bridge from which it is possible 

 to fish and can perform a calculation that enables him to hit 

 the best fishing right on the nose. Ten minutes at one bridge, an 

 eight-minute drive, and he hits twelve minutes of the pay-off 

 time at another bridge. 



There was the time I was spending a quiet evening with a 

 friend and another mutual friend came rushing up, bubbling 

 over with his fishing of the previous night at the north end of 

 Miami Beach. Loads of fish and big ones, too. He'd show us. The 

 tide was wrong and we knew it, but the urge for lady fish drove 

 us on. 



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