Despite it technically being spring, New York City was still cold two weeks ago when I flew to Jacksonville, Florida, in search of sun and fish. I'd never caught a spotted seatrout, and my old friend Dale Hiscock (above) had never caught anything bigger than fry. This was about to change, but Dale was dazed and hadn't realized it at 6 in the morning. The man lives on the beach, picks on his guitar, and seldom wakes before noon. Fishing doesn't usually fit into his busy schedule.