“I’m amazed how Kevin finds his way through the maze of Mangrove islands totake us 40 miles. How does he not get lost?” Dave answers as he drives ussouth to Chocoloskee, “Dude. Can you find your way to the bathroom in thedark? It’s that easy for Kevin.”Soon we were masked and covered with warm outerwear and zooming in Capt.Kevin Mihailoff’s skiff over the shallow waters, deep in the bowels ofEverglades National Park. Our goal was to find trophy sized Snook, sightcast to them with our flies and hopefully land a few giants.We are lucky to be able to fish with Kevin, who is possibly the best in theworld at what he does. He knows countless locations where Snook feed,travel, or lay up, what effects the wind and tides have on the fish, how andwhat to present big Snook under every condition of water and weather. He’sthe perfect fit for advanced anglers. His concentration while poling ashallow cove is intense. Kevin’s ferocious persuit mode soon transformed ourusual casual demeanor. Because of Kevin’s intensity, we soon become flyanglers with a like-minded lazer concentration, poised and ready to deliverour flies “on the nose” of each Snook. We become a six-eyed team, focused onsilence; seeing, poling, delivering, untangling, retying, rapidly unhookingsmaller Snook to get the shot at the laviathan. I know this is a good team.This is the way guided fishing should be. Having a righty and lefty casterin the boat enabled Kevin to maximize wind and tide condition adjustmentswhile polinging each cove and shoreline. Never idle, Kevin moved us to otherlocations in persuit of moving Snook. We had chances at fish at each spot. Ilearned how to cure some casting faults. We landed many large Snook makingus feel like champs and had chances at many more who made us feel likechumps. Sight-fishing dream trip.