[vc_row][vc_column][vc_custom_heading text=”Slaying Peacocks on The Brain”][vc_column_text]With out fail, procrastination got the best me and there I was the night before a trip south to Miami, packing gear, tie lines, and not sleeping. But lets be honest, how do you sleep with the thought of slaying peacocks on the brain. IMPOSSIBLE. With a 3:30am alarm set and it being already way past midnight and I knew the drive down would be brutal, but worth it. By 4am we were on the road cruising south down the Florida Turnpike. We knew with minimal stops, and light traffic we could be at our first little honey hole by 7:30 just in time for the sunrise bite.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”2/3″][vc_column_text]
[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_single_image image=”420″ img_size=”medium”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_single_image image=”421″ img_size=”medium”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”2/3″][vc_column_text]One of our favorite parts of going to a city we know little about, is exploring and finding new spots to fish. Spot number was two of those spots. We had heard about this place from a local on a previous trip, but had only had the opportunity to fish from shore. This trip we came prepared with our kayaks. We hadn’t even finished unloading all our gear when a peacock started tearing up some bait and Chase grabbed a rod and threw a Flats HQ Flats walker at it. 2 pops and boom! Explosion! Peacock on topwater![/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”2/3″][vc_column_text]
[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_single_image image=”422″ img_size=”medium”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row css=”.vc_custom_1465921726693{margin-top: 4% !important;}”][vc_column][vc_gallery type=”image_grid” images=”423,425,426,427,428,429″ img_size=”medium”][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1465921744720{margin-top: 4% !important;}”]Day 2 we made our way closer towards the coast, in search a mixed bag of peacocks and snook. We were out the door way before the sun was up, google maps open on the phone and some promising spots were found. Growing up in Orlando and being an hour from either coast, makes catching both freshwater and saltwater fish in the same brackish water feel a little weird. We get to a spot and we see fish activity right away and the mullet are jumping so we know we are near the right area. It didnt take long before we were hooked up with peacocks.
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