So here it is. My 100th post. Looking back and when I started this thing, I questioned whether or not I’d even get past 10 posts. But here I am, and I have my friends and regular readers to thank for helping me get this far. If it wasn’t for ya’ll, I would have never gotten here. So THANK YOU!
Now…to my fishing trips.
While home for Thanksgiving, I got five chances to go fish. And like usual, none of them were what I had planned to do. Originally, I had planned to sit on the beach, relax, and try to catch some bull reds. Sadly…This never happened. I didn’t even look at the beach during my 10 day stay. Instead, I got some much needed time in the kayak.
My first trip was on Sunday afternoon and my Dad, Mr. Locher, and I took the kayaks to an area that usually produces quite a few trout. As usual, the fishing was great, and I had over 20 fish in the boat in a little over an hour. What was strange this time, however, was that I couldn’t get a fish to hit on conventional tackle. Every trout I landed was on the fly…A white clouser to be exact.
Not only did I manage to catch more Speckled Trout on a fly than ever before, but I also caught my biggest on the fly…Just shy of 20 inches.
A few days later and I found myself with my Dad kayak fishing the headwaters of Escambia bay. The brackish water has hundreds of little bayous and creeks that look terribly fishy. I’ve never spent much time around this area, but I really wanted to get out and explore. We soon found a creek and began working our way up it in search of Redfish or Trout.
After just a few casts, I had a strike, and the biggest surprise of my trip.
A Chain Pickerel!
Now I’m not really a freshwater fisherman. I knew these things existed. But I’d never seen one in real life, much less ever caught one. But here it was, hanging out in a 10 foot wide creek. That fish alone made my trip, but there was more to be caught.
Not long after this I caught a little Largemouth (that shook the hook at the side of the boat). I then turned around and caught a Redfish and a Trout.
All of these fish were caught in the same general area and I’m always surprised when I can catch true freshwater fish and saltwater fish in the same area. The wind had decided to whip itself into a gale by this point, so we called it a day.
My last kayak trip came Friday after thanksgiving. I went with my Dad and brother-in-law close to the same area we’d hit on Sunday. Unfortunately the bit wasn’t quite what it had been 6 days earlier. I decided to take this as a sign to go look for new honey-holes and ventured off into a different area in hopes of finding more fish.
I wasn’t too disappointed because shortly after moving, I found the fish. They weren’t anything huge…the biggest was just around 17 inches, and the smallest was barely the length of my hand. But it was nice to find a new hole. It certainly helps expand my knowledge of the area. You can’t really learn too many new things if you do the same thing over and over…right?
This area is where I had yet another surprise. This time, it was on the fly.
A Ribbonfish. Again, I’d never caught one before and was really interested in the way they moved and fought. They pull backwards and use that eel shaped body to their advantage. I caught two of these things, and had to carefully remove my mangled fly from their nasty set of choppers.
And that was it for my kayak fishing over the break. My other trips consisted of venturing off in a power-boat, but that report will have to wait for later in the week. Stay tuned…There’s a third new species to cross off my list coming up!