Last post, I was headed to the lower Keys to fish the 3-day March Merkin permit tournament. We gave it our best shot, or shots, through gusty wind conditions. But the permit just wouldn’t bite our flies. Ironic then, that the next two trips I took out back home in Islamorada brought permit to the boat both days! My dad even caught one while he was out exploring. No matter when you hook one of those silver dollar beauties, it’s a thrill to remember.