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Finally I was able to get out all by myself and concentrate on fishing instead of trying to get other people on fish. First time in over three weeks believe it or not.
I dropped my daughter off at school and off to Broxsons for cigs. No cigs there so I stopped by the pier. They had what they were selling as cigs but werent cigs. No idea what they were actually. They were a scad like a cig but much fatter and flatter instead of cigar shaped. They were also pretty damn mushy.
With the late start I knew bait was going to be tough and it was. Caught about ten decent cigs and headed out. On the way I saw a buddy so I made a detour to talk to him a minute.
After that I head on over to my spot and zzzzziiiinnnngggg. First fish of the day was a really nice king in the mid forty inch range.
I make it to my spot, the wind wasnt too bad and the water has really cleaned up. I love it when I get to my spot and look down and see snapper, kings, and cobia just swimming in circles about fifteen feet down.
First drop was a cobia. He wasnt big but worth a measure. Since he was close I decided to use my grips instead of a gaff as a couple months ago I gaffed a ling that was just short and I felt really bad. While trying to get the grips on he popped.
For the next few drops it was several nice snapper or empty hooks. Not ONCE did I bring up a baited hook, I either caught a fish or lost my bait, all day.
Next fish of notability was a solid keeper cobia in the twenty to thirty pound range. The weird thing was that at first I thought I had a remora because he was coming up with ease. As soon as I saw him and he saw me he went absolute ape and spit the hook before I could get a gaff in him. I was bummed.
I continue catching more snapper when I drop down a big live turbo cig and it gets HAMMERED. I was rewarded after a tough fight with the biggest snapper Ive ever caught or seen in person. She was longer then my outback is wide so I was guessing something in the mid thirty inch rang. Notice how small the fish grips look in her mouth. A ]v[ONSTER for sure. It hurt throwing that beast back.
I end up catching three more short cobia and several more snapper.
I end up running out of bait but with the bite on fire I had to figure something out. I decided to drop down my only weighted duster and just jig it bare. At just one ounce I was lucky the wind had died other wise I would have never gotten it down.
First drop, BAM, another cobia about thirty inches, he had three friends with him when he came up too. I was surprised it worked. I dropped a few more times and every time I had some really big trigger fish follow it up to the surface. They never ate unfortunately. They were real pig triggers too. With their interest in the duster Im surprised Ive never caught one on this spot.
I drop again and this time see a nice cobia following it. He was about twenty feet down so I couldnt tell exactly how big he was but he ate and my seventeen pound test, that I use for trolling only, broke thus ending my day.
Total for the day, four just short cobia, three lost, one king and at least fifteen red snapper, probably more.
No fish in the box but the weather was beautiful and the fish were biting. Felt good getting some good ole salt water therapy out there all by my self.
I dropped my daughter off at school and off to Broxsons for cigs. No cigs there so I stopped by the pier. They had what they were selling as cigs but werent cigs. No idea what they were actually. They were a scad like a cig but much fatter and flatter instead of cigar shaped. They were also pretty damn mushy.
With the late start I knew bait was going to be tough and it was. Caught about ten decent cigs and headed out. On the way I saw a buddy so I made a detour to talk to him a minute.
After that I head on over to my spot and zzzzziiiinnnngggg. First fish of the day was a really nice king in the mid forty inch range.
I make it to my spot, the wind wasnt too bad and the water has really cleaned up. I love it when I get to my spot and look down and see snapper, kings, and cobia just swimming in circles about fifteen feet down.
First drop was a cobia. He wasnt big but worth a measure. Since he was close I decided to use my grips instead of a gaff as a couple months ago I gaffed a ling that was just short and I felt really bad. While trying to get the grips on he popped.
For the next few drops it was several nice snapper or empty hooks. Not ONCE did I bring up a baited hook, I either caught a fish or lost my bait, all day.
Next fish of notability was a solid keeper cobia in the twenty to thirty pound range. The weird thing was that at first I thought I had a remora because he was coming up with ease. As soon as I saw him and he saw me he went absolute ape and spit the hook before I could get a gaff in him. I was bummed.
I continue catching more snapper when I drop down a big live turbo cig and it gets HAMMERED. I was rewarded after a tough fight with the biggest snapper Ive ever caught or seen in person. She was longer then my outback is wide so I was guessing something in the mid thirty inch rang. Notice how small the fish grips look in her mouth. A ]v[ONSTER for sure. It hurt throwing that beast back.
I end up catching three more short cobia and several more snapper.
I end up running out of bait but with the bite on fire I had to figure something out. I decided to drop down my only weighted duster and just jig it bare. At just one ounce I was lucky the wind had died other wise I would have never gotten it down.
First drop, BAM, another cobia about thirty inches, he had three friends with him when he came up too. I was surprised it worked. I dropped a few more times and every time I had some really big trigger fish follow it up to the surface. They never ate unfortunately. They were real pig triggers too. With their interest in the duster Im surprised Ive never caught one on this spot.
I drop again and this time see a nice cobia following it. He was about twenty feet down so I couldnt tell exactly how big he was but he ate and my seventeen pound test, that I use for trolling only, broke thus ending my day.
Total for the day, four just short cobia, three lost, one king and at least fifteen red snapper, probably more.
No fish in the box but the weather was beautiful and the fish were biting. Felt good getting some good ole salt water therapy out there all by my self.
