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|10-02-2018, 09:53 PM||#1|
Join Date: Dec 2009
It’s been a long time....
Since I posted.
I ran into a fellow forum member and he encouraged me to post since there haven’t been a lot of fishing posts on here lately.
So, here it goes.
Slid the kayak off the bank about half an hour before the sun started peeking over the horizon. Peddled over to the first spot, and could hear something BIG coming up behind me.
Was it a gator? A dolphin? My mind was just racing through the possibilities, each one getting more and more intense.
I clicked on my headlamp and slowly turned around, only to see another kayaker about 20’ away from me.
The kayaker said that he “thought he’d be the first one on the water today!” I responded “I was hoping I’d be the only one on the water today!”
He laughed and reminded me that it was Saturday, and that his name was Johnny and maybe we could fish together. OK, his name was not really Johnny, I’m just using that name in case he’s reading this.
I told Johnny that would be OK and that I planned to just fish the down the bank until I found the fish.
Johnny said he would be using a Jackall Bonnie, and that the tide was coming in, and that the wind was out of the northeast, and that the water temperature was perfect for top water redfish action, etc...
After 4 or 5 casts of my H2O Express topwater lure that someone left in my boat, I was hooked up with a nice 21” trout. During the fight Johnny paddled over to take a look, as I was measuring and clearing the fish Johnny proceeded to paddle directly over the school.
Johnny said he couldn’t believe I had already caught a trout and that he hadn’t even caught anything on his Jackall Bonnie yet.
I told Johnny that I was going to head out and started peddling to one particular spot that was about 2 miles away. Johnny didn’t follow.
Once I got to the spot, which is one that Barefoot showed me how to work earlier this year, I started working the topwater again. Had several strikes and follows, but no good hookups.
Swapped out to my other rod that was rigged with a trusty Mirrodine. Let’s just say that the ladyfish were REALLY interested in that Mirrodine. REALLY.
I could see small bait fish being pushed up to the surface, so I tied on a 1/8 oz white hookup jig head and slid a Gulp! camo jerk shad.
Noted that I only had two packs of Gulp! left too...
Made a long cast just beyond the area where I had seen the bait being pushed to the top, felt the lure hit the bottom, then the heavy weight and thrashing set in. After a short fight I could see the large shadow rising to the surface, only to feel the line go slack and to see the girl swim away.
The jerk shad was gone too...
Rigged up another camo shad, and after several casts had a nice 18” trout in the cooler. OK, now we got enough for a small fish fry for me and the wife.
Down to 8 jerk shads.
Worked the bank back toward the launch site.
Lost more camo shads to several small trout, small reds, and an unimaginable amount of ladyfish I was down to 3.
Switched back to the Mirrodine, and nothing except ladyfish.
Back to the lure of the day. Back to trout - this one literally swallowed everything and was bleeding profusely. Poor girl died within a minute or so of landing her. 19.9” - just short of 20”.
Now maybe we can feed more than just me and the wife too!
Few more casts when WHAM! and the fight was on. After a lengthy fight, a nice 26” red was in the box. Oh man, we were going to eat good over the next few days!
Down to two shads, posted up, and BAM! another redfish, this one was a twin to the one in the box, back he goes. Made another cast, and another, and another, when WHAM and redfish number 3 was in the record books - this last one was right at 29” and was fat, fat, fat. Back into the water it went.
Down to one shad and now I was coming up to a small creek mouth, could there be any flounder hiding? Any hungry flounder?
I slid the very last Gulp! Camo jerkshad onto the jig head.
It was almost 9:00 and I decided to work the creek mouth until I had either caught a flounder or the shad was gone.
Cast, and then thump, thump, wait, wait, OK, lift the rod tip and gently set the hook when whizzzzzzzzzz goes the drag. Dang, croaker. A shad destroying croaker.
Peddled back to the launch site, thanked God for a great day, and headed home.
Look at this pan of trout fillets - that’s a 9” x 13” casserole dish.
Good day, and good eats!
See y’all out there!
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|10-02-2018, 10:06 PM||#2|
Join Date: Oct 2007
I’m not sure why this posted with my tapatalk username and not my PFF username.
My first, and probably last, time using tapatalk.
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|10-02-2018, 10:09 PM||#3|
Join Date: Oct 2007
Location: Montgomery, AL
2003 TwinVee BayCat 19 -- Zuke 140 4-Stroke
2008 Spider Classic 16 --Nissan 25hp 4-Stroke
1971 Kingfisher Skiff -- Johnson 55
Pair 2010 Ocean Kayak Prowler 13's
And a couple of worthless housecats...
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