Living most my childhood in rural Arkansas I’ve been fishing too many times to count. But it typically was from the banks of a pond or lake, and never at the ocean. I’ve been to Panama City Beach 11 times now, not to mention several visits to other Florida and Alabama beach communities. I knew now was the time to finally get out in the Gulf of Mexico for some deep-sea fishing.
“Brace yourself, and whatever you do don’t drop the phone,” I told myself as the exhilarating rush and roar of the water from the Falls rushed over my body, drenching every ounce of my being.
I expected to get wet, but I didn’t think I would feel like I was standing in a cold shower with the water literally taking my breath away. Sure, the thin poncho they gave to everyone before boarding the Maid of the Mist was a hint, but it still didn’t prepare me for what was to come.