 |
We had another flawless fishing week until the remnants of Mitch showed up. The skies were blue. The wind was low. It was’nt too hot. There was plenty of bait. The fish were happy. Everything was perfect. All of the conditions were as they should be for this time of year.
I don’t think that anybody would have had trouble finding fish this week. Everyone that I talked to caught snook and redfish. The fish are gorging themselves on all the Baitfish that is pouring into the Marco and Ten Thousand Islands area. I have been getting reports about some larger than average fish being caught. Most people are using live bait. I did however, have a client throwing jigs and plugs this week. He caught snook, redfish and trout.
Friend and guide, Duane White, had clients this week that caught and released a 41inch snook. They also caught two snook that were 36 and 31 inches as well. I have also had reports that large reds are being caught too. One fellow caught and released a red that weighed fifteen pounds. Many of the guides reported redfish that weighed at least ten pounds. I had three days of fishing with anglers Bob Warren and Mark Secor from Indiana this week. We used live bait and jigs. We caught jacks that could eat New York. We caught snook and redfish. We also caught some respectable trout. We also saw some sizable tarpon. Each day got better than the one before. Mitch started to rear his ugly head by Tuesday evening. On Wednesday, it was raining hard by the time that I got to the marina in the morning. It was supposed to get even worse as the day progressed. I didn't think that we would be going fishing that day. When Bob and Mark showed up, they put their gear on the boat without mentioning the inclement weather. I guess we were going fishing! I don’t mind drizzle, but a downpour will turn the fish off. We had drizzle and downpours that would strangle a frog! We also had no water. The tide and wind had pushed all the water out to sea. I managed to get bait in a timely fashion. We decided to fish a small river. That wasn't too hard of a decision to make because there was no water anywhere else. As soon as Bob threw the first bait, we knew that we had struck gold! The bait was met with a resounding explosion that could only mean snook. From that moment on, we stitched snook and jacks all the way down the bank. We were the only fools on the water, but we caught fish in the driving rain at every spot that we went to. I thought that you couldn't do well in a downpour. I don’t recommend going fishing in the pouring rain, but then again, going to the moon sounded impossible to a lot of people at the time.
Mitch pretty much sealed the fate of fishing for the next couple of days. He is supposed to pass through Florida quickly. That gives us time to change the line on our reels, regroup, and have another round at those finny critters. I’ll see you out there.
content : © FishHoover 1998 - website : ©AMP web design -
1998
site best viewed at 800 x 600 screen resolution - all rights reserved