I remember my first foray into the backcountry. I was 17 or 18, and my parents found a place they liked in Naples. I was a New Jersey fisherman, versed in the art of drifting, bottom fishing, surf fishing, and soaking worms in the lakes for bass and pickerel. Hey, it was the early eighties, what was I going to do? There I was, in southwest Florida, hearing tale of people catching fish I had never seen, so we had to check it out. A friend of my father’s knew a local guide, so dad hooked it up.