(These are old scanned prints ...sorry for the quality)
One of the benefits (besides the HUGE paycheck and occasional danger) of being a Ranger is you get to live in some of the prettiest places on the planet ... not for free by the way, the NPS charges you rent. At least they did in the Reagan years when I was doing this.
These pics are of the last duty station and my last year as a Ranger before switching careers. I had transferred back to Florida to a sweet little position at a quiet park, near home, with ocean beach on one side and the intracoastal on the backside. After 5 PM, the park gate shut and the park became ours until 8 AM the next morning.
As a new Dad, I had become quite adept and enamored of babysitting my tiny new daughter Katie. Occasionally such babysitting duties coincided with a rising tide and the resulting flounder bite beneath the park boatdock outside our park housing.
The current flowing in from nearby Matanzas Inlet carried shrimp and mullet which the flounder would ambush as they drifted under the dock. I would ambush the flounder with a jig tipped with a bit of shrimp.