The guide, who turned out to be one of the top tarpon chasers in the Keys, eased off the throttle and looked around at the scenery. He had an idea of where to run for the fish, but needed to get his bearings. He reached down under the console and pulled out…a restaurant placemat. It had a map on it that provided a rough illustration of the surrounding waters.

“I don’t care for electronics,” he said. Sure enough he pointed the boat to the area where he knew we’d find fish. And we did.

Sometimes all the technology in the world doesn’t stack up to local knowledge.