Jack’s Bait and Tackle

Easy place to stop and get bait while heading down to the keys. Friendly service and good pricing. A few food trucks hang out in the parking lot if you are looking for more substantial food.

Last bait shop before entering the long stretch to the keys. Last minute supplies and bait.

Jack’s Bait and Tackle reminds me of the typical gasoline shop you see in movies where the unsuspecting couple walks in and something weird happens. Located right off the road, It is basically built and designed with that local gasoline– establishment concept in mind (minus the gasoline). However, instead of getting attacked by an out of this world creature or flesh-​hungry zombie, you are instead greeted by their staff member who is at the door and tries to help you with anything you need for your upcoming fishing trip.
«What do you need?,» said their lone worker.
«Fishing lures,» said my brother.
And you name it, they have it– sinkers, fishing rods, lures, live bait, fishing nets, beef jerky, beer. Fully stocked and ready to be purchased!
The shop is cleaned, well-​organized and easy to navigate. It caters to all last-​minute fishermen or the forgetful who need to pick up something they may have left at home. Major plus– it doesn’t have that fish market smell. Even major plus– some of their stuff (lures) are cheaper than Walmart.
Bathroom is decent – not dirty. It did not leave me screaming for fresh air.

Awesome little spot, they have everything you need for a successful fishing trip and good service to boot.

I wish there was less than one star to give to this cesspool of infectious human waste.
Over the last 10 or more years it has gone from a mediocre place to get bait ²⁴⁄₇ to a great place to get shanked by an ex-​con.
True story:
a few months ago i had no bait and was headed for some night fishing at the bridges, against my better judgment and after swearing a vow never to return, i decided to go to Jacks. They had less bait than i did, and a broken freezer with melting chum. I asked them for a bag to put the soft and leaking chum into (better than nothing) and they began to mock me for not wanting to get the melted chum on my hands! By «they», i mean of course, the pubic crabs that infest Satan’s taint a.k.a. the employees of this shithole. They refused to give me a bag out of pure asshole attitude. So i walk away, pissed off, trying to keep the Hulk at bay.
the moral of this story:
if you would like to be anally raped by prison work release douche bag employees, or if you would like to be severely disappointed in what the fishing community could become. Or if you just want to see some of the sketchiest, shadiest pieces of shit to ever squirm into existence, then come on down to jacks.
p. s.- Not family friendly. «betta’ not bring yo’ kids»

I never head down to the Keys without stopping at Jack’s. They sell almost everything you might need — drinks, snacks, sunscreen, ice, bait, tackle, fishing poles, sunglasses, etc, for cheaper than you can buy it in the Keys. You can even buy live bait out of a vending machine. They are open 24 hours a day seven days a week and they do not even have a front door to close ever since hurricane Andrew.