Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The wind was already worse than it was supposed to be. And it was only gonna get worse. As I paddled out I couldn't help but notice the beauty around me, and any regrets I had about getting up early and putting myself in a position to get blown around for no reason quickly melted away...
The wind can whip the mud up off the bottom making it impossible to see fish cruising through water with the clarity of chocolate milk.. Luckily when the fish are happy they don't hide too well..
The wind was making it hard for me to position the boat and make a cast that was capable of being seen. Finally after alot of sweat grunting a cussing, I managed to work into an area and connect with some fish.... two to be exact, but nice big fatties.. I only got a picture of one...
After I released the second fish, the water rose, as did the wind, and I had to make my moves towards the truck....
So tonight I sat down at the vice and whipped up a few more mud minnows and a little after daybreak I'll hopefully find myself once again sitting on the flat watching reds crawl through the mud.....
Monday, April 25, 2011
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
It may not feel like it at the moment but there is change in the air. The summer is in her last heat filled death throws as she comes to an end. Fall is breathing down our necks with the promise of cooler weather and hungry fish. The summer has been long, and though I’ve spent some time on the water, my fishing time has fallen victim to too much work and boyfriend duties. But all things change. As fall ushers in the new season it brings with it hope that I can find some free time, and waste it poling along the marsh.
The water is like glass as we pull up to our first flat. Or at least it would be if the millions of mullet and shrimp would stay still. But I guess if I had a creature 100 times my size lying in wait for the chance to eat me, I would be moving too. As the morning progresses we find ourselves spectators to natures beauty, and the vicious game of life and death she hosts. Along the way we manage to catch a few fish. There’s not much talking between Brian and myself, no need really. The tide drops, then rises. The bait and reds seek the safety of the spartina, and our morning adventure comes to a close.
Our world, like our lives is constantly changing. No one moment on the flats is like another. So we adapt, change our flies, our approach, or pack it up and move all together. It’s this constant game of adaptation I find so compelling about saltwater fishing, and it’s what keeps my attention. All things change, a fact I try to keep in perspective in fishing and my life. Sometimes I am successful, other times I have to shake off a bad decision and keep moving. But the seasons will continue to change, each bringing new challenges, but also bringing hope. Hope that I will be able to adapt, and succeed. The hope that I too can change
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Jon dusted off his Albie boots…
…and landed a nice fish that was part of another group working the same flat.
We then decided to explore a new area and found a cove full of mud, oysters, and redfish! The action was pretty intense in the shallows and the camera was the last thing on our minds. We ended up landing 8 (4 each) on Friday in short time.
On Sunday I got the Fivver back out and we idled to a point where Jon and I had found them on Friday. I shut the motor down in 2 feet of water and climbed onto the jungle gym. I was only able to give the Stiffy a push or 2 before calling out, “fish at 11”. Fivvy took 2 casts and snagged a beautiful red in less than 2 minutes after arriving on the flat!
We made our way over to the mud and oyster cove that Jon and I had found Friday and the boys were acting a fool. We sat watching as tails and backs broke the slick surface and shrimp swam for their lives. Man I would hate to be a shrimp… EVERYTHING eats a shrimp! We each picked up a fish from the school before they broke up and the water moved into the grass.