I was ten years old when my father, Ronald D. Mahan, created Fish Camp - a diving, skiing, sailing and fishing camp in the Florida Keys for boys, 9-16 years old. I recall when he decided to advertise at the Miami Boat Show. He had not yet operated the camp, but had created a brochure. We had a boat, I believe it was an 18-foot Woodsun.
He was unable to get into the boat show, so he talked the owner of a nearby hotel into allowing him to launch the boat, fully rigged with rods and reels and outriggers, into the hotel swimming pool.
He rented two rooms - one for himself and the other for food and drinks. He then called the Miami Herald and shared his dream of Fish Camp with them. The Herald printed a story on the front section of an inner portion of the the newspaper, maybe the community section or something.
Anyway, this attracted quite a crowd and he began signing up children to attend the summer camp and used the money to lease a hotel in Tavernier.
I attended Fish Camp as a camper, counselor and finally co-director in the late 1970s before it closed.
I'm hoping this blog will find its way around the world and allow others who experienced Fish Camp to share their stories.
I'm a potter in Seagrove, NC, now and I met another potter from Greensboro, NC, the other day. He said something about having a home in Tavernier, Florida, and I told him my father had a boys camp down there.
He then told me his son went to Fish Camp.
I'm sure the camp started in 1968, and I'm guessing about the year it closed. If anyone remembers differently, let me know, and please share some stories.
Thanks,
Michael Mahan
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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ReplyDeleteMichael, thanks for doing this. It will be more than just folks telling good old stories. Fish Camp was extremely formative for a lot of people's lives, and at the same time, incapable of description or explanation to those who didn't experience it. Hence these bonds, I guess.
Maybe it was a 12 year long, continuing and extraordinary wild-adventure party, with your dad as the Big Kahuna -- he was: The Mighty Hunter.
So sometimes I want to think about it, and sometimes touch it once in a while, without thinking that I'm wallowing in yesteryear. It conjurs up the memory of a healthy feeling; of being totally centered, in touch with the wonders of nature and the sea and your own life, of being the most alive you have ever been, of a time when the barometer for your daily activities was . . . a barometer. So when I sometimes feel a little out of balance, I let my mind go there, to that feeling. It's a good thing.
After I finally finished Georgia Tech (a painful "six year plan")and had been commissioned as a young Navy ensign, I wanted to visit with your dad on one of my commutes up and down the east coast. I pulled off of I-85 one spring day in 1982 in Charlotte and he bought me lunch. He was selling air conditioners again for Trane, I think, and had a model "home of the future" with a lot of automated energy saving gadgets.
He spent the time updating me with detailed news of all that he was proud of ... Robbie, Randy, Sherry, and you, with a little Fish Camp story or two, as well as stories about playing football for both Navy as well as Coach Bobby Dodd at Georgia Tech.
So Ron's version of "The Beginning" was an original concept about buying an old surplus Navy ship, or maybe a decommissioned mine-sweeper. Originaly, Camp would be cruising around exotic islands on this "mother ship" - the "Mighty Hunter" - and adventuring forth in small boats. Am I making this up or imagining this?
Chad,
ReplyDeleteYou've probably got it right, there. I seem to recall that concept being discussed somewhere. I was only 10 when camp started.
He got to play out that original idea, though, in a way, when we took those trips to Fort Jefferson. He was aboard the "Mighty Hunter" and the smaller boats were following along.
I remember going back to the Keys during one of those trips. I was sick as a dog. It probably had something to do with the turtle stew I had the night before. At any rate, I was on the flying bridge of the larger vessel and my dad was below tossing bags of lunch to the smaller vessels as they came alongside.
I leaned over the railing from above and added my own lunch to the mix.
He didn't appreciate that, but I didn't give a damn, as I was sick as a dog.
I spent years after camp not talking about the experience to people. I think it was just too good to be true. They wouldn't understand.
My children loved it when we'd go over and visit Randy and he'd start telling stories. He loved to tell the one about almost being decapitated by the "Cannon Ball" - a woodsun that rear-ended him in the backcountry one day after he ran out of gas and ducked down to change the tank real quick. I think the counselor in the other boat was busy changing his tank as well or something like that.
He yelled, "Hit the deck" and had to push the other boat off his boat when it slammed into his motor and careened to the side.
So many stories....
Thanks for posting.
Hi Michael and Chad,
ReplyDeleteI agree, wonderful idea!! Fish camp was for me both magical and unforgettable. People like you two, Al Cook, Randy M, Tommy Horn, Dave Hibbard, Chris Eckart, Brad Neat, Capt Gay, Gammy, Mrs Lee, and of course Captn Mahan. I sent you a long email about some of my experiences and will follow it up later.
But , excellent idea!!
Andy Bean
I was a camper at Fish Camp for two weeks back in the 70's ('75?). I saw the ad in Boys Life magazine and my mom sent me down on a plane from Boston. I was the only "Yankee" in camp and the other campers let me know it chanting "The South will rise again!". The counselors took pity on me and let me join in their card games - sorry I don't remember names, but they were terrific guys. As I remember it we would fish in the morning and dive in the afternoon, vice-versa the next day. We ate dolphin, caught dolphin, and eagerly awaited the pick up truck from Pfleuger Taxidermy to come get fish. There were some beautiful fish in the back of that truck! I failed my diving certification because I couldn't "ditch and don" in the alloted time... I couln't care less though, as I had come to fish. I remember a basket of rotton rays hanging off the end of the dock that was used as bait for trot lines of sorts for sharks, and Lemon shark jaws propped open with sticks and drying on the roof. The fishing was a blast- we saw flying fish and hammerheads and a huge Manta Ray leap from the water. It was a great experience in so many ways. Thanks for the memories! Al Stansell
ReplyDeleteHi Captain Mahan,
ReplyDeleteMy name is Jane and I'm with Dwellable.
I was looking for blog posts about Tavernier to share on our site and I came across your post...If you're open to it, shoot me an email at jane(at)dwellable(dot)com.
Hope to hear from you :)
Jane
I don't remember it that fondly. I too saw the ad in Boys Life and got the brochure. The brochure made it sound like paradise. The truth is I believe most of the camp was sold off by then and only one row of cabins and pier was left. They also made us camp on "the island" which was rat and mosquito infested. On the island the "counselors" would throw us into the low tide when the jelly fish were coming in. They also made us touch the nose of a shark that they had tied to the pier they named Sydney before we could come out of the water. I'm surprised the place never got sued for false advertising. I remember a lot of kids writing home and begging their parents to get them the hell out of there. I was among them.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry Pete, that your experience was a bad one.
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ReplyDeleteI attended Fishcamp approximately 81 82. Best guess maybe earlier lifelong memory wish it was another one for my children
ReplyDeleteI attended fish camp in the late 70s for 2 weeks it was one of the best times of my life. I remember eating mai mai almost every day, we drank what they called bug juice . We had a soup they called jewfish chowder
ReplyDeleteI grew up in Southwest Miami and I remember that a friend was going to go to Fish Camp and someone was coming to give his family a presentation in their home. My parents arranged for a presentation in our home- a slide show as I recall. I did two weeks down in Tavernier and they were great times, although there were some rough patches. One was - sure go ahead and take the sunfish sailboat out- myself and fellow camper could not figure out how to turn it around to go back so we got out and pushed it back. Another rough patch was when the counselors arranged for a fight between me and another camper . Him and I met ahead of the fight and agreed to just make it a show- ooops silly me- we came out and he decked me- life lesson #2 learned. Fond memories were driving the boats, ( I have pictures somewhere), fishing and I caught a dolphin and had it sent to Plueger for mounting. I thought Adam Adams of the gum maker, flew done with his father to attend camp but that may be a bit fuzzy. I now live in the Carolina’s where I like to fish and have great memories of Fish Camp!!
ReplyDeleteI went to fish camp from 72- 76 it was probably the most fun I had all year during those times I'm now and have been a Backcountry fishing Guide for almost 25 years and I live a 1/4 mile from the camp. I move to the Keys in 1984.
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