Stephanie Roberts gave her husband Jordan a fishing trip for his 30th birthday. Down from Michigan, they wanted to eat what they caught.
It’s good they chose Naples. The city and nearby Marco Island are not only flush with fishing charter operators, but several restaurants in the destination will “cook your catch.” They prep, cook and serve (with sides) filets of just-caught fish to anglers who have experienced the thrill of fishing the waters of Florida’s Paradise Coast.
What a terrific bonus — one you don’t often find in upscale destinations. Imagine you’re visiting from out of town, staying at a resort, and book a fishing trip to go along with golf outings, lounging on the beach or other diversions. You catch a keeper, meaning it’s in season and within the allowable size limit of state fishing regulation. You salivate. What now? Buy a hibachi and grill it on the balcony of your suite? Uh…don’t think so.
The above scenario is precisely what Stephanie had in mind. While still in Michigan, she contacted Captain Mike Bailey of Ms.B.Haven Fishing & Eco Charters, who informed them that they could, in fact, eat their catch. He arranged the feast with the Dock at Crayton Cove, a local favorite for over 40 years located on the downtown Naples waterfront and outfitted with boat slips.
There was, of course, a catch: no fish, no meal.
It was a November morning fit for postcards when the Roberts’ arrived at Ms.B.Haven at 6:30 a.m. A cool front had moved through and the air was crisp and fragrant, the breeze brisk, the sun gleaming. The Michiganders were in shorts and matching gray Sperry Topsiders. Both 30, they had celebrated their first anniversary in the summer.
The couple boarded the 25-foot center-console boat. Captain Mike and his mate, Robert Holzinger, eased them toward the Gulf. Jordan and Stephanie basked in the ride, hugging close, taking in magnificent views.
Robert applied his deft net-casting skills to catch some baitfish. Stephanie helped scoop them off the deck and throw them in the baitwell. After awhile, Captain Mike barked, “Wanna go fishin’?”
Uh … yeah!
A few miles offshore, Capt. Mike and Robert anchored at one of the area’s new artificial reef complexes, a habitat for dozens of fish species. That’s all well and good, Stephanie said, but what is the catch we really want? After some discussion, it was decided — snook. The state of Florida does not permit commercial harvest or sale of snook, but it’s legal for sport fishers to catch and keep according to strictly enforced seasons and size limits. Luckily for Stephanie and Jordan, snook season was open. It’s revered as one of the best tasting local gamefishes.
“Come on, fish, come on,” Capt. Mike murmured. Then a rod bent, the reel went zzzzzzzz.
Mike and Robert set up the fishing rods and Jordan and Stephanie casted into water that was 34 feet deep. Hope was afloat. They waited. Waited some more. “Come on, fish, come on,” Capt. Mike murmured. Then a rod bent, the reel went zzzzzzzz. Stephanie brought in the day’s first catch, a little mangrove snapper. It was well short of being a keeper, but it broke the ice.
A while later, a rod bowed big time. Robert wrestled with it for a bit. An urgent energy kicked in, all eyes on the water. “This could be our fish,” he exclaimed, then handed the rod to Jordan. With a little coaching, the birthday boy reeled a beauty to the side of the boat, where Robert scooped it into the net.
A big, gorgeous snook. But big enough? It had to fall into the allowable “slot” of 28 to 33 inches. After a quick measurement, Capt. Mike announced, “Twenty nine point five inches!”
Cheers erupted. The couple had their keeper.
“I’m very excited to eat that,” Jordan said dryly. Then it was back to fishing.
After stopping at the Ms.B.Haven dock and watching Robert clean and fillet the snook and a tripletail, our Michigan couple showed up at The Dock with fishfilet-filled plastic baggies in hand. The restaurant staff was waiting for them.
The Dock offers cook-your-catch three ways: fried, grilled or blackened. Stephanie and Jordan tried all three. Chef Corey Heath cooked up the gorgeous filets. His kitchen sidekick prepared the plates, added coleslaw, vegetables and fries. The server presented three heaping platters. Stephanie and Jordan looked at their bounty and beamed.
There was only one thing left to do: Dive in and eat their catch.
“It doesn’t get better than this right here,” Stephanie said between bites.