Tuesday 3/17/15, I preformed my civic duty by honoring my jury summons. I was also lucky and released at and early time. So I did what every red blooded American should do and loaded up my kayak and hit the bay. I mean what choice did I have? The weather was close to 80 degrees and the water temperature would be in the 70’s for the first time all winter.
I found myself pedaling my Hobie Pro Angler along some shorelines chunking my favorite top-water, a pink Rapala Skitterwalk. I spent my first hour or two scouring a couple miles of shoreline with nothing to show for it. I was beginning to feel a bit of disgust as I had a plethora of work I tabled for this trip (I’m pretty good at procrastinating).
I switched to the wind blown side of the bay and continued fishing close to the grass. Eventually, I heard the patented gulp of my plug being sucked under. After a stressful fight, where I almost lost the trophy trout. (I brought a small net and my Skitterwalk hook was stuck in the net while the fish was not.) I thought for sure I would watch this fish swim away but I reached for the fish by hand numerous times until I got grip of the slimy beast and drug both him and my net into the boat.
It took awhile to revive her but she soon swam away with an abduction story of her own to share with her other aquatic friends.
I worked the same area and soon landed a small red measuring 22.3″. I then moved along the shoreline with nothing to show for awhile, until I came across a spot in the marsh that formed a point, but this one was unique, as it had a drain on each side. I hung out here for the next couple of hours and had an epic evening.
I landed multiple trout and reds. All trout were between 20″ and just over 26″.
I missed far more trout than I landed but the excitement was great. It was none stop action with a few beefy reds mixed in.
All fish were caught in water ranging from 1.5′ to 3.5′. I would pedal out and let the wind force my drift back to shore and repeat. Fish were caught on all drifts. The action was so intense I forgot to leave (or refused to rather) until dark.
I finally decided I had to head back. I had a couple of miles to make it back to my truck. I thought for sure I could easily find it, but soon realized it was a darker night than usual. At one point I found myself in a completely different cove than I thought I was in. I was worried for a while I was going to have to spend the night in my kayak until the light of morning. Thank goodness for Google Maps or that might have been the case.
Until next time tight lines.
Operationfish.com signing out,