Danger: Skunks ahead

Location: Mullet Key and Mullet Key Bayou

Tide: Outgoing

Kelly and I tried for an afternoon session today, and you could tell our lack of confidence by how many beers we packed.

Fishing is tough in the summer, and toughest in the afternoon. If the storms don’t chase you off the water, the piss warm water will send the fish into deeper water or a lockjaw coma.

We hit the water around 5:30pm at the same launch as Saturday and paddled out to the same water where we lit up the fish on Saturday and generally threw the same lures we threw on Saturday, except today was Tuesday, not Saturday, and so the fish were on their weekday schedule.

In short, we caught nothing. I had a follow from a ladyfish on my Yozuri, and if the ladyfish aren’t biting, nothing is. (Except pinfish. They are always hungry.)

The wind was brutal and the weeds were bad and so after a half hour, we packed up the kayaks (without breaking them down first) and drove down the road a bit to try Mullet Key Bayou East.

The mangroves gave us a good windbreak at MKBE but the only fish to be found were pinfish and mullet. I might have been satisfied to tail-hook a mullet, but nothing was doing. Kelly and I got double skunked.

At least we had the beer.

Fishing report - July 31, 2011, Afternoon Session

Location: 4^th Street

Tide: Outgoing

After an excellent morning session, Kelly and I decided to push our luck and go tarpon hunting over at 4^th Street. We stopped at the bait shop on 4^th for some shrimp and pinfish. The shrimp were pitifully small, but since we were low on options and time we bought 5 dozen from Brittany the bait hag. Griping aside, while I was in there I noticed a familiar sight – some rootbeer-colored shrimp tails, so I bought a pack, but that is another story for another time.

We were on the water by 5:30pm and the tide was the highest I’ve ever seen it. As we paddled out I noticed some commotion over by the westernmost mangrove line before the Howard Frankland Bridge. There were so many mullet jumping it looked like bombs were going off. I was tempted to investigate, but we paddled on.

Right before the bridge, I saw what I thought was a snook busting bait right at the seawall. It took me three casts, but I finally landed my Spook Jr. right at the wall. I got a hit right away but the fish missed. Subsequent casts were ignored. I paddled on.

Kelly and I fished The Cut first. We each caught a junk fish (Kelly: catfish. Me: Ladyfish) on a shrimp under a popping cork before giving up and paddling over to our tarpon spot.

It took me awhile to catch a pinfish for bait, and meanwhile, Kelly’s shrimp died of lameness, so it put us in a tough spot. Kelly caught a couple more catfish on my remaining shrimp, and then we decided to set up in the tarpon hole with about 45 minutes until dark. The bugs were fierce. I floated a pinfish under a cork while Kelly threw his Spook Jr.

While we fished, a manatee kept flirting with Kelly. It would pop up behind him, go under his yak, pop up on the other side, and then do it all over again.

After only 10 minutes, we saw tarpon rolling along, a big single fish in the 100lb class and three juveniles in the 30lb class. We threw everything we had at them, but they sniffed up their noses and swam away. I might have done better if my second pinfish didn’t flop in the water as I went to hook it on.

Ultimately, it wasn’t meant to be. We were under-prepared, tired as hell, and eaten to distraction by the bugs. We packed it in and paddled back to the launch just as the sun was beginning to set.

You know it's a good day fishing when you see the sun rise and set from your kayak.

Fishing Report - July 31, 2011

Location: Mullet Key

Tide: Incoming

Kelly and I launched at 6:45am just as the sun was rising. The water was glassy and would remain that way our entire session. In fact, with the heat aside, the conditions were near-epic.

We paddled out from the point toward Egmont Channel and started fishing in a few feet of water just inside the channel marker. Kelly throws his Spook Jr. topwater out and hooks up with a trout on his first cast. I followed up with a Spook Jr. cast of my own, but couldn’t get the lure to work properly as there were seagulls dive bombing my every walk-the-dog effort. Eventually the seagulls departed and we settled in to a topwater throwing bonanza.

I was keyed up to throw the topwater because I had taken the time to rig my Spook Jr. weedless with a couple of 1/0 circle hooks. The weedless Spook worked perfectly as far as keeping the weeds out, but after missing the hookset on trout after trout, I pulled out my split ring pliers and put the original treble hooks back on.

Meanwhile, Kelly was lighting up the trout. He eventually hooked into something that pulled some drag, but it turned out to be a big ladyfish. Unfortunately for him, the ladyfish also broke off his bone-colored Spook Jr. right at the side of the yak. Those bone Spooks are hard to come by. Tough break.

He would make up for it a short time later with a big topwater strike from a big trout. The way it came out of the water on the initial hookset made me think it was a snook, but once he landed it, it turned out to be a huge 24” trout.

I eventually set up in a good spot and caught two trout on topwater, one pushing 20”, and then when I felt the fish were getting wary of the topwater, started throwing a DOA Cal rigged weedless on a weighted hook and caught two more trout on back-to-back casts. I was pysched to finally catch a trout on DOA Cal. I know a lot of people fish well with them, but I have never caught anything but ladyfish.

We continued to pick up trout here and there until 11:00am, when the bite shut off like flicking a light switch. We tried the bay around the other side of the point, but nothing doing there either. We were off the water by noon, the water still as glassy as when we started.

All told, we caught a baker’s dozen of trout and a half dozen ladyfish between us. The water was teeming with life, with tons of cow-nosed rays, sharks, and maybe a tarpon or two. The mullet and other baitfish were thick out there as well. There weren’t many people out there with us, just a few guys wade fishing and a family of three in a canoe.

Mullet Key has turned into my go-to spot for the summer. I can imagine that the fishing will get even better as we learn the area. The only real strike against it is the wind—when the wind is blowing, it makes the spot very difficult to fish.