Unfortunately, the wind did not cooperate. A few days ago, a system came through and the wind hasn't died down yet. As I've stated before, I don't mind heat, or cold, or rain or snow, but wind will get me off the water... unless you are in water protected from the blow. So we had to put our hopes of catching a big flounder on the back burner, and we decided to break in Jerry's new kayak on our normal stretch of water. Typically this time of year, it's good for croaker and small fish, and not much else. But at least we were kayak fishing.
When I first arrived at our launch, the wind was only getting stronger and I could hear waves lapping on the beach. Regrettably I knew we had made the right decision. I walked to look at the river and the pier. Two boys were fishing off the end of the pier, and there was some splashing in two feet of water, right next to them. A porpoise was chasing fish that were in the shallows.... That should have been a hint to me that this morning was going to be special. Mike arrived with the kayaks, his son, and Jerry. The porpoise was gone, but the boys were still fishing and catching some small croaker.
After unloading our kayaks, including Jerry's fancy-dancy aircraft carrier sized yum-yum yellow Sit-on-kayak (okay, so maybe I was a little jealous at how nice it is....) we dedicated Jerry's kayak, (which I named the "Jerry Rig") on the pier. Jerry then said Judge Smails boat speech from "Caddy Shack",
Judge Smail's dedication to his new boat.,
and we launched and headed right to our channel, before Rodney Dangerfield could come and sink us. The channel would also provide some protection from the growing whitecaps in the big river.
As I neared the mouth of the channel, I glanced toward a dock and saw two more porpoises leaving its mouth. Interesting, I thought. But now that they were gone, whatever they were feeding on, could come out and feed itself.
The tide was still high, the water level higher than normal with the wind pushing it in, and we could look in the water and see baitfish everywhere. I mean everywhere. And it was baitfish ranging from less than an inch in length, to jumping mullet and shad a foot long or more. The water itself, though, was murky, having been stirred up by days of wind. Only croaker like murky water, I was thinking....
SIDEBAR: Everytime I think I understand fish, they do something that makes me realize I don't know half as much as I thought. High tide had just occurred 30 minutes before we launched. The water wasn't moving yet, and the level hadn't dropped at all. I've had more success two hours after high tide, than most other times here, so I wouldn't have launched yet. But boy was I glad we did. And I have to completely rethink my fishing strategy going forward. I just don't know when is a good time to fish.... Yes I do. Anytime you can! Because you never know what's going to happen.... Even when you think you do. As Mike likes to say of himself, "Often wrong, but seldom in doubt."
I tried a few different soft baits in different colors, avoiding the known "croaker colors", but finally decided to go for the "electric chicken" shad -- knowing that it is not the preferred color of croakers, but I have had good success for other fish with it. I'd rather catch something different than a stringer full of small croaker. I cast up the channel, drifted, twitched, reeled slowly, and repeated. Fish on. It felt like a shad, I thought, so I didn't ready my net. Bad mistake. I bring up the fish, and it's a 14-15" speckled trout -- that spit the hook just as I lifted his head out of the water. Dangit! I cast again and readied the net. Drift. Twitch. Reel. Fish on again. This time that 15" bugger came right to my net and he was on my stringer. The Specks were around, and they started boiling the surface all around us. It was a sight to see, and I knew we better take advantage of it while it lasted; because a trout bite starts suddenly, and then typically turns off just as suddenly.... (Usually. But today was anything but. Often wrong, but seldom in doubt.)
I had the lucky joojoo or mojo today, because I had three fish on my stringer before anyone else ever got one. We caught several small ones, but every now and then I'd catch another keeper. I cast again, did my usual retrieve, and suddenly had another fish on. I fought the fish with a steady pull. The fish was swimming towards me, so I thought it was another typical fish for these waters. Then the fish realized he was hooked and coming towards my orange boat. He turned, ran, and my rod bent in half. That's when I realized he was not my typical trout. "This might be a striper", I said to the others around me as the fish pulled me against the current, headed up stream. Finally he tired, but he still kept diving down to the bottom, as opposed to coming to the surface. I reeled and waited patiently a little longer. When he finally showed himself under my kayak, I got an adrenaline rush. This was a special fish for these waters. I quickly lowered the net, but the fish dived again, and went into my stringer of other fish. I could only pray he wouldn't get tangled with the others and break free. He didn't. He swung around one more time out, in front, around and then under my kayak, and as he came out the other side again, he went head first into my net. I let out a small shout, and pulled up my stringer. I knew immediately this was the biggest speck any of us had ever caught here. It was definitely bigger than any of the nice trout I had caught the previous fall, and it was FAT. I found that as surprising as anything, since the fall trout are usually the fat ones, having feasted all summer long.
The guys around me "oohed and aahed" as I hooked the "gator" onto my stringer. I was pumped. A couple more keepers later, and I was ready for a photo on the water of me holding the fish.
As far as Jerry... well, the wind was pushing him and his Field & Stream sit on kayak all over the channel. He spent more time cursing and paddling than he did catching fish. But, he did break in his new yak and rod with a few fish. And that's all that mattered. And it was he who took the photo above of me with some of my fish. So I was glad he was there. And I was glad he could finally go fishing, and encouraged us all to.
When we finally headed back to shore, the trout were still flopping and baitfish were still all around us. Only because we had had enough did we leave the water. The fish were still biting, and I caught two more on two casts right before hitting the beach. It was a memorable morning, for sure. By the time it was all said and done, I honestly don't know how many total specks I caught, but I kept six or so. And between all of us, we had 10 fish.
|I like it when at the end of a fishing excursion the bow of my kayak looks like this. A successful day on the water, it was. "Agent Orange" was quite effective, to say the least.|
When we got to Mike's, we filleted and bagged the fish. It was a good day. And it will be a good meal tomorrow. So maybe we didn't get to "flounder" around in a new body of water. The morning was even more "speck"tacular, because of the unusual trout bite we had in our normal hole. I even said, had we fished the new water and had this happen, we would have thought it was awesome, and couldn't wait to go back. The fact that it happened where we fish all the time only made it more so. And we can't wait to go back. So... Until next time...
|This 21" gator will be my Father's Day dinner tomorrow. With a nice Pinot Grigio, broiled with lemon, dill, a hint of garlic and butter... and mmmm, I'm drooling already.|