I just returned from a few days of fishing in Miami for peacock bass. And when I say in Miami I mean in Miami. Like downtown, then to the wrong side of the tracks, then to the safer side of the tracks ("Hook Shots" episode forthcoming). Hundreds of square miles of freshwater canals cut through this tropical metropolis like aquatic roads and highways. If my guide had suddenly fallen into a coma, I don't think I'd have been able to get back to the ramp. Now, at first glance this photo might make the fishery look uninviting. I mean let's be honest: There's trash in the water, there are dogs barking at you constantly, and there's a lot more concrete than trees. For some this would be an instant turn-off. I, on the other hand, fell in love with the setting.