Welcome to floridaladyangler.com! Being a fifth generation South Floridian, I believe I was born with a fishing rod in my hand and a hint of saltwater running through my veins. There’s nothing more calming than the smell of the salt air and the sun’s reflection off the water hitting my face. Then, the screaming of the line snaps me out of my relaxing trance. So, I grab the rod out of the rod holder and holler, “FISH ON!” Perfection.