Summer in the Sedges, a report by Alexi

     Sometimes, and I mean really only occasionally, I feel like I have WAY too much gear.  I just had to get that out the way before I go on a rant about the wind and the plague of short bass and fluke and how the weathermen were totally wrong..

Sun set as we arrived, fly guys at the launch

     Steve and I went out the other day without too much of a plan and the wind really got in the way.  To quote Groucho Marx, our fishing on Wed early A.M. (overnight) in the sedges "ended with all of the abruptness of seven martinis on an empty stomach."  It was like that, your drunk with fishing happiness in fishing heaven.  In utter bliss.  There's nobody around.  The fish are feeding on top in the flats.  They're following your topwater plug all of the way to your kayak.  It's awesome.  Like being drunk at a party and you think everyone loves you, and you love them, and then it hits you.  The wind just turned on like a switch.  Then the rain.  Then more wind.   The forecast was for about 10 mph winds that night, but it was a steady 20.   Not gusting, steady.  It was also WAYYY colder than they said it would be.  THEN, I notice my radio is missing, AND my paddle is breaking in half.  I held it together just enough to make it back to the launch.
     We slept (or just laid there) in the truck for maybe an hour, then the sun came up and we packed up.  We tried a few other spots from land, and Steve managed to catch a decent sized Blue, but otherwise not much was happening.
     I couldn't let this trip live long in my memory, and felt like I had time to redeem it, and possibly find my radio.  My mistake was leaving my GPS at home.  I could have gone back to the exact spot where I think I dropped it.  Instead I had to guess.

the Osprey babies are fully grown

    So yesterday I was out there and caught a short Fluke right off the bat.  Then at what we are referring to as "the new Snake Ditch" I found the short bass.  After a couple of those I headed to where I thought I had dropped my radio, but couldn't find it.  Then I headed to Snake Ditch, where I was sure I would catch a keeper fluke.  I caught a short bass on the way in.   The wind and current were opposite each-other which made the drift impossible.  After a few attempts of drifting and casting for fluke, as the sun was setting, I headed for the flats in hopes of running into the feeding frenzy of earlier in the week.  But either it was too early in the evening, or the tide was wrong, because there was very little topwater activity.  I headed back.

Daytime Moon

Another sunset at Snake Ditch