Fishing report

Woke up before sunrise again this morning and stepped out back to do a little fishing. Did the same thing yesterday morning and caught a nice little spotted sea trout. Figured, why not give it a try again today?

The sky was blue, the sun was trying to climb its way up, and the fish were active, making swirls all over the calm inlet. But they weren’t hungry this time. (At least, not for the spoon I used yesterday.)

A couple of boats slowly motored down the inlet, heading out for a day of fun. We waved at each other as they passed.

And now, just a few minutes later, a fog is rolling in from the east. I can barely see the trees about a half mile up the inlet as the fog takes over. The beautiful warm sunshine is gone, and the sky is a cold gray. That was fast. It’s turned into a nice day to stay inside.

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Going fishing in the morning

It’s been way too long since Pam and I have done that.

Since I bought the Hobie I haven’t been out in the skiff at all. But tomorrow morning, lookout fish! here we come! (I think I’m gonna take the Hobie out on Sunday morning though. A double-fun weekend!)

We launch from Ft. DeSoto park, which is a bit of a hike from the house. But the boat ramps are fabulous, the place is beautiful, and it’s right at the mouth of Tampa Bay, just off the south tip of St. Pete. All the small, low islands definitely give the place a Keys vibe. And this time of year the Manatee and dolphins should be out and about.

The weather forecast looks awesome; the tides are going to be just right. I’ve checked and there’s plenty of Coppertone in the boat. I’ve pumped the trailer’s Buddy Bearings full of grease. Only one stop on the way there, at the gas station / bait shop for a few dozen live shrimp and maybe a couple of Subway sandwiches. And then we’ll be fishing.

Ahhh, Florida living at its finest.

Umm, that’s not a fish

Pam and I went fishing last weekend. It was a beautiful, calm day. Glassy water. Air temp 80 degrees. Water temp 72 degrees. Goodbye tomato soup (the 90 degree water in mid-summer wasn’t all that refreshing.) It had been a while since we’d spent a few hours on the water. Pam started the day by catching a couple of nice sized Spanish Mackerel. A few minutes later she caught a little black tip shark. Then I got into the shark action. Caught three in a row, not really meaning to. Then another one at the end of the day. Unusual for us – we’d never caught any in that location, although we’d seen a bull shark swimming in the shallows nearby before. Anyway, these definitely weren’t bull sharks: three black tip and one bonnet head. All around two feet long. Little guys. We were able to release them all after I realized their teeth weren’t two inches long. (But I’m sure they would have really done a number on my finger or hand if they’d gotten in their mouths.)

Ice fishing?

No, no ice fishing here, but the water temperature was down to a frigid 66 degrees, compared to the soupy 90 degrees from a couple of months ago.

Pam & I went out for a few hours on a gorgeous Sunday morning yesterday. The guy at the bait shop said the spotted sea trout were back in town, hanging out near piers and docks. We didn’t feel like being cooped up near any structures, so we headed to our favorite spot in a secluded channel.

We didn’t find any sea trout there, but we did find fish. Pam caught the first fish of the day, a small flounder. And the second fish of the day, another flounder. And the third fish of the day, yet another flounder! What’s up with that?

Final score:

Pam: 3 flounder, a bunch of ladyfish
Jim: a ton of ladyfish
Pam & Jim: 1 pompano (cast by Pam, expert landing by Jim)

The pompano came on our very last cast of the day. Down to our last shrimp, Pam made the cast then handed me the rod. She’s so sweet. The line gave a couple of gentle tugs, Pam & I conferred, and decided to take our time with it.

Then it hit. Nice and strong. The drag was still loose, so I let it run a bit – it was our last cast after all, and wanted to make the day last just a bit longer.

Without seeing it we could tell it wasn’t a ladyfish. It took a run deep and away instead of heading to the surface and putting on a jumping exhibition like the ladyfish do.

It put up a nice fight. And I took all the credit for landing the fish.