According to an account in Jack Davis’ recent Pulitzer-winner, The Gulf, a young Leonard Destin had Key West in mind when he sailed from Connecticut in the 1830s. Bad luck, in the form of a hurricane, dashed his plans. Shipwrecked, mourning the loss of a father and brother, by and by, his luck turned. Leonard found his way to a pass on Florida’s northern Gulf Coast, with deep, clear water on one side, and a bay loaded with seagrass and fish on the other.
Destin, of course, was a fisherman—and in a fitting twist, the town that would bear his name would one day be called “The World’s Luckiest Fishing Village.” Locals can thank Florida Gov. Leroy Collins for that moniker: Collins, visiting in 1956, caught a 19-pound kingfish just…
