All week long, it’s been fresh wahoo on the menu just about everywhere. The first night, it was a big steak cooked pretty rare, yummy. The next night, a smaller slab, cooked through. Also good, but not as luscious. Then, we saw it blackened, creoled, gumbo’d, etc., and it became a joke about how long they could stretch out the fish before finally giving up and tossing it out to the tarpons who hang around the boardwalk waiting for scraps.

Yesterday, then, imagine our surprise to see this walk by… next week’s wahoo!

There’s another commentary here about fishing. Although we didn’t go out on a charter boat this tip, it’s instructive to compare the big cabin cruisers, $300 reels, etc., with the two guys in flip flops with a string who actually catch fish…