I've been fishing longer than I've been walking. Raised on the water in South Florida, my earliest memories are aboard my father's boat—line in the water before I could talk, steering the helm by the time I was five. For my 13th birthday, he handed me the keys to my own: a 13-foot Boston Whaler. By 15, I was navigating these waters solo, chasing fish from Key West to Jupiter.
South Florida isn't just where I'm from—it's who I am. I've spent my life learning its tides and the rhythms of its fisheries. Every chance I've had, I've been out there—honing my instincts, respecting the water, and pursuing the next bite.
