Ring Ring....

Me: "Hello?"
Bob: "You wanna go scalloping on Black's Island?"
Me: "Hell yeah!  Where the F is Black's Island?"

I spent my whole life in and around the Florida Panhandle and never before heard of Black's Island. Let me tell you that this place is radical.

A small group of us from BOTE family converged on the small, privately owned island, just a few minutes boat ride from Port St. Joe. There are no cars or stores on the island so you need to be somewhat self sufficient. Jeff Bowman and his family run the island and tend to the guests. They were some of the nicest folks you'll ever meet. 

Corey and I were shark fishing on the first night and got caught in a huge storm. The lightning and rain were so thick you couldn't see a foot in front of your face. If it were not for a random dock a few hundred yards from shore that I happened to run into, I would have been sucked out to sea. Oh, and if you love sharks like I do then this is the place for you.  The only other place I have ever been that's as sharky as Black's Island was the Everglades.  The rest of our trip was otherwise spent stress free, scalloping, fishing, cooking, and hanging out with the gang of kids. The weekend, as all great weekends do, seemed to go by way too quickly.