I'm Josko. I live in Woods Hole on the sound side with wife Liz, sons Marco (6) and Luka(3) and german shepherd Sputnik (12). It's very easy to walk down to the water from where we live, and I tend to take a quick look, typically with a fly rod, at dawn or after the kids go to bed. If Sputnik's every growly when you're on Fay beach, call him by name and watch the tail swig into action. Instead of ranging widely as most Reel-Timers, I took on a challenge of thoroughly getting to know a single body of water (Trunk river to Nobska). It's fun to know every rock and weedpile in a small segment of water, and the way fish use the coastline.
I have access to an Outrage 17, which is OK for ranging the Elizabeths, but am looking for a larger boat. Don't quite like to do Middle ground in a 17'er. I've got my heart set on a Seacraft 21', but the $40k price tag takes some getting used to, even before I broach it to Liz.
I've been fishing off and on since I was a kid in Yugoslavia. Granpa used to take me trolling for snapper and amberjack, and fly fishing for wild brown trout. In high school years I lived in places like Capetown, Kuwait and Seychelles, where ofshore fishing was the norm. Ah, how we neglected bonefish, permit and such in those days...
Living in Woods Hole since '80, at first I backed off saltwater fishing. It felt crowded, the bass were nowhere, and fresh water was a lot more fun. Rivers like Deerfield, Millers and Westfield are among the world's finest.
I got back into saltwater fishing in a roundabout way. My work at WHOI took me to places like Johnston Atoll, Christmas, Andros, Guam, etc. Those are all REALLY miserable places UNLESS you fish. I noticed about a decade ago that a flight to Christmass was divided between the depressed Navy staff and some really happy-looking people. Asking they why they could possibly be happy, I learned about bonefish, and haven't shirked a 'hardship tour' to those places since. (If anyone out there is interested in an EE job that pays harship duty & overtime at Andros, lemme know.)
Only a couple of years ago I got back into local flyfishing. I confess to going out to practice casting almost as often as going out to catch something; and again, it's fun to learn a small body of water well. A holdover trout mentality, I guess. The folks at Eastman's and this BBS get the bulk of the credit for showing me the ropes.
Well, this got longer than I expected it would. See you on the water.