Florida 2017 Movie

Your Dog is a Bluefish and your Bluefish is a dog, by Alexi

The fish dance didn't help...................

      On friday, we went for a casual look and see at the beach. Plan A was to ocean launch and snag bunker.  We  didn't see any  Bunker, and the waves were a little high, so, on to plan B. It was to visit the sedges.
     There were lots of people sitting on the beach.  As a fisherman who visits the beach all year it's always a little bit of a shock to see the transformation of the shore from a nice small fishing village to a sunbathing mecca.   By "shock," what I really mean is a kind of repulsion.  This may come off as callous, but I think those of us who fish often can relate to this sentiment.

memorial day

I've heard this referred to as "snot grass"

    We kayaked out past the sedge house to poke around the outside of the sedges. What's really amazing is that there can be a thousand folks at the beach, and back by the sedge islands only one or two people kayaking around.  

    There was one other person fly fishing a nice corner.   I didn't see him land anything.  

    Trolling tube-n-worm in the bay was not productive. The only worms I could get were fake, and I had ZERO confidence in them.   Besides, the bay was really weedy. A simple bucktail with pork rind was my go to lure once we found some deeper water. I had two hook-ups with bluefish but couldn't land them.  I had chronic knot failure, something that hasn't happened to me before.  I lost three bucktails, all broken at the braid with a twist, as if my knot came unravelled.  There is nothing more unnerving than losing confidence in ones knots.  After it happenned twice I decided to solve the problem by using a swivel to connect my leader to my main line of braid,  instead of tying direct thinking that this was a sure fire way of solving the problem.  And of course it did not work.  I am now going to have to review all of my knots which in the past I have used and caught big fish on.  

    Just one last word about "mojo."  Before we left I had decided this post was not going to include any pictures of fish.  Maybe that's why we didn't land any?  The old jinx yourself.  Most fishermen have some things they do that they think will bring them luck.  Here's a few of mine; there's the fish dance,  buying ice for fish that you haven't caught yet,  wearing my fish shirt, fish hat, really  just about anything.... 

Small spring baits from the belly of the bass (sandworms, grass shrimp, and striped killies).

first bigger spring fish...

16 1/2 pounds, 36 inches. Second cast. Live eel. Snake Ditch. Around 8 p.m. Top of the incoming.

Before this I had been waiting around for Steve. There were acres of birds out front diving, and I couldn't resist casting at them seeing as though I had my waders and surfcasting rod with me. They were on Herring. It was fun to watch, some other anglers hooked up, but I had to wait for my Ditch fish. Is the spring going to be as epic as the fall?