My father, Berry C. Williams (1915-1976), was something of a legend as a fisherman in the waters off Ft. Myers, FL, in the 1950s and early 1960s. Reproduced for you here are chapters from his unfinished Fisherman’s Paradise, an account of his fishing adventures that are often hilarious and always instructional. Through these stories you will have the southwest Florida fishing experience of sixty years ago, before causeways and condominiums, before fishing licenses and regulations.
In 1952, at the age of 37, Daddy decided to move from his birthplace, a beautiful little town in middle Tennessee, to Ft. Myers, Florida, where he had lived briefly as a child. He was an attorney-turned-house-builder and he believed that Ft. Myers, “a pretty little town of about 12, 000,” had the potential for illimitable growth. Not only that, it was only about a half hour’s drive from the Gulf of Mexico, a vast seaquarium which he longed to plunder. “The fishing,” Daddy would later write in Fisherman’s Paradise, “was what definitely decided me to move there.”
I hope you will enjoy his adventures, chapter by chapter, as I post them here.