Maybe that first cast fish had something to do with it, maybe somebody's rain dance came with a rain check. I probably just need to spend more time in the Keys; more time on the bows of skiffs; more time squinting at shadows coursing through skinny, salty water; more time practicing. Nevertheless, until the next time I'll be scanning Craigslist for affordable exorcisms. Maybe my luck will change and I'll find some permit in the "Missed Connections" along the way.