Biscayne Bay; 35 miles long and and averaging about 7 miles wide, it is probably the only reason why I still live here. Somehow it's managed to survive Miami and it's urban sprawl that has nearly choked off the Everglades. The constant flushing of the tides and halt to development on its western/southwestern reaches and it's barrier islands have spared The Bay from almost certain doom. Though not what it used to be, it's still home to all manner of marine life. Not to mention three of the most sought after saltwater gamefish in the world; Bonefish, Permit, and Tarpon. Finding them in all different types of bottom and water depths in a single day is not uncommon. Combined with the Bay's notorious winds, it can be a demanding fishery that will frustrate even the most accomplished angler.
My personal favorite tormentor. These aren't your typical Belizan micros. Our permit hold heavyweight title status. A well placed bait is almost a sure thing....most of the time.
On fly, you may want to leave your sanity at the dock and bring a six pack. The Everest of fly fishing is not impossible as long as you keep your morale up, nerves in check, and practice, practice, practice. When one of these bastards get into range, you'll be glad you did. The first cast and the second correcting cast will being your most important. Be sure I'll always have a few live crabs to even the odds.
For many, the only reason to grab a fly rod. Giants can be found year round here in The Bay especially if you wanna be a bridge hero at night. The winter time shrimp runs producing night time mayhem.
Spring brings us the migratory swimmers passing through on their way to the keys. All in all, Biscayne Bay Tarpon can be found in all manner of different scenarios and sizes. Pack your lunch if you hook a fatty and pray your leader survives.
The Bonefish, my first love. We get em all sizes here, all year round. Tailing, mudding, waking, and at times just being straight up d*cks. Hook one and you'll understand what the big deal is about. Unfortunately, even though the Bahamas are right across the street we don't have the numbers they do. Maybe one day the glory days will return and nature will adapt yet again. Even so, the Bay is still giving up its fair share of bones.