The joy of catching

Looking for the Spanish

Saturday morning I drove over to Dunkin' Donuts, picked up a dozen assorted and three coffees, then drove over to the Bay Pines boat ramp. There I met up with my father-in-law, Craig, and my brother-in-law, Danny. We quickly loaded my gear into the boat, launched it off the trailer, and puttered out into the channel.

We had only gone about 50 yards when I realized I had forgotten the "fish bag," an insulated bag to keep your catch in. We turned around to get it, and I joked that since we were going back for the bag, that would surely mean that we wouldn't catch anything.

We took the channel out to John's Pass, and I was optimistic to see baitfish boiling on the calm water on the way. However, once we got out into the Gulf, the waves picked up a bit. Nothing too bad, just a half-foot of chop, but it was enough to make spotting baitfish impossible. Instead we looked for birds diving for bait, and right away saw some about a quarter mile out.

When we reached the spot, we deployed a few spoons and started trolling at about 5.4 mph. We were in 20 ft of water. As we were trolling around, I saw a huge kingfish launch out of the air nearby. It was as big as a dolphin!

I think it was my rod with a Clark spoon on that got the first hook-up. It was a Spanish Mackerel in the 18" range, and we unhooked him, tossed him in the fish bag, and re-deployed the spoons. A short time later, we had a double hook-up, with Craig reeling in a Spanish Mackerel and Danny reeling in a Pompano. The Pompano fought harder than the Mackerel. They both went into the cold bag and we put the lines back out.

The bite went cold in the area we were fishing, so we switched back over to the other side of the channel. The wind died down for a few minutes, and Craig spotted a dark spot in the water off to the west. We took a slow loop over to what turned out to be a mess of baitfish and picked up another nice Spanish Mack.

The bite got ice cold after that, so we tried some deeper water in the 24-25 foot range. No bites there. We cracked open a few drinks and had a donut to pass the time, which was right when my pole went off again. This time it was another Pompano.

We got back into 20 feet of water and pulled in a few more Macks before calling it a day. All told, we caught eight Macks and two Pompano in the Gulf, and picked up another two inside the pass casting spoons and a Gotcha.

We kept six of the Macks and both Pompano, and back at the marina I took the two small Macks and the two Pompano while Craig and Danny kept the four big Macks. We set free four of the Macks for next time.

I cleaned them up when I got home with a PBR on my left and an ice bath on my right.

I marinated the fillets overnight in terriaki and orange juice, then this afternoon I breaded them with panko and fried them up. Tasty.

Back to the basin

After a productive day of fishing yesterday with Reilly, I decided to head back to the Vinoy basin for some solo fishing.

I didn't have any trouble catching bait with Reilly's little rod baited with a small piece of frozen shrimp. After I had caught a couple of small pinfish, I hooked one through the mouth on a big circle hook with a one ounce weight and tossed it out right underneath the marina dock. The placement was perfect.

I baited my other rod with a full piece of frozen shrimp, cast it out midway between the marina docks and the seawall, set them up on my lawn chair, and waited.

I amused myself in the meantime by catching and releasing a variety of baitfish, including this sculpin. Ugly bastard.

At one point, the pinfish that I had cast under the dock got agitated and started swimming frantically around, so I picked up my rod in anticipation of some fish capturing the bait, but then the line went quiet again and I set it back down.

The rod with the shrimp on didn't get a nibble.

I packed up after about an hour and a half and headed back home. Using live pinfish is a high risk/reward style of fishing, so it didn't pan out this time. I'll be back next weekend and try it again.

Father and Daughter fishing trip, Part II

I woke up at 7:00am and quietly snuck out to get dressed for a morning on the seawall. My daughter woke up and came out and asked me why I was getting dressed, and I told her that I was going fishing.

Naturally, she wanted to come, but I told her that daddy was going by himself. Oh, man the tears came hot and fast and she said, "But daddy, I'll bring my own fishing pole!"

I felt pretty guilty, but left without her. As penance, I didn't catch anything all morning, and to add insult to injury, I lost one of my big Yo-zuri's. (I did get one nice look at a snook, but he didn't take the lure.)

After feeling guilty all day, I asked Reilly this evening if she wanted to go fishing with me. She said yes and was really excited. On the drive over, I asked her if she thought we were going to catch any fish. "Yes," she said, "lots, daddy!"

I chose a spot on the western seawall over in the Vinoy Basin. I had about a dozen frozen shrimp along, and I set up her rod with a small split shot and a tiny hook I use for tying trout flies. After slipping on a little piece of shrimp, I cast out her rod. A few seconds later, she reeled up a small fish. I haven't the slightest idea what kind of fish it was. It looked like a cross between a sculpin and a scorpion fish. Choosing caution, I used my pliers to set it free, and tossed it back in. Reilly was excitedly running all around me the whole time.

On the next cast, she reeled up a little tiny puffer fish. More squeals of excitement.

The bite slowed down a bit after that, and I took a moment to bait up my rod with a full shrimp and cast it about twenty yards out. Reilly took quite an interest in my rod, and wanted to reel it in every time I cast it out. After awhile, I set it up on my tackle box next to her rod so that I could explain to her how to watch for a bite. At that moment, her rod bent double and she reeled up a pinfish as big as my hand. In fact, it was so big that Reilly's little reel couldn't even turn, so I had to hoist it out of the water by hand. A small crowd had gathered, so we dutifully showed off the fish, Reilly gave it a pat, and we tossed it back in.

As I went to re-bait her hook, Reilly excitedly told me I had a bite. I turned around to look at the rod, saw nothing, and told her that there was no bite. I continued to bait her hook, and she insisted there was a fish on the line, so I called over my shoulder to go ahead and reel it in.

When I looked back, she had my seven foot rod in the air, the rod tip bent, and was reeling in a fish. I watched her fight it until she totally ran out of gas, and I took over to find a 15 inch stingray on the line. Reilly was running around me yelling, "A stingray! Look everyone, a stingray!" I had her stand back a safe distance, flipped the stingray on its back to get the hook out, then grabbed the stringray by the tail with my pliers and tossed it back in.

Reilly would follow up this catch with another big pinfish, and by then, it was dark and it was time to head home and wash off the shrimp.

I can't tell you how fun it was to fish with her today. She even helped me pull off the heads and tails of the shrimp to bait her hook. The kid is a natural. Next time I just have to remember to bring my camera!

Like finding a needle in a haystack

Got out to the Hills for what is probably the last time before the summer heat hits, barring any noticeable activity in them there waters.

I continued to try my new straight retrieve with a Yo-zuri, slowly modifying in twitches over time. I had two follow-ups by what might have been ladyfish, but no bites. Both of the follow-ups were off the dock in deep water.

On a shallow cast, I did end up getting a vicious hit and hook-up with what ended up being a needlefish. It was a lot like playing a lizardfish, whith the needlefish slicing back and forth erratically in the water. Not wanting to bring the fish in, I played it until it self-released.

I didn't know needlefish hit lures. The Hills continues to surprise.

By the way, I'm labeling this post with "catching" since I did catch the little sucker. Frankly, I'd count a tail-hooked mullet these days.

Quick shot at the Secret Spot

I ran by the Secret Spot for a few casts this afternoon. I wouldn't normally choose the Secret Spot these days, but it right along my drive to pick up my daughter, so I figured, what the hell.

I fished the space between each dock for two casts, working back the lure in my soon to be patented pop, pop, reel, pop. Nothing doing.

As I was fishing today, I was thinking of two things, both related.

1) On my favorite fishing blog, the author, Brian, catches tons of fish by simply trolling a Yo-zuri Crystal minnow off the back of his kayak.

2) My friend Steve, a master angler in his own right, and the one who recommended Yo-zuri's to me in the first place, said that he likes Yo-zuri's because you can simply retrieve them and catch fish.

Last weekend, we took a little vacation to Flagler Beach, and while there, I had the opportunity to try out some kayak fishing. I don't want to get into the skunking I took on that trip, but it was a good learning opportunity. It also got this bug in my mind about changing my retrieve from the pop, pop, reel, pop to a more straight retrieve.

With about five minutes left to spare, I cast out between two docks and reeled in the Yo-zuri on a slow, steady retrieve, right along the dock pilings. About ten feet from me, a big fish appeared out of nowhere and nailed my bait. As fast as it hit the bait, it pulled free, but in that second, it totally changed my perception of fishing a Crystal Minnow.

I tried several other straight retrieves at different speeds, but found a moderately slow retrieve created the most wobble, and, as it turns out, the most interest. On one of my last casts, three small mangrove snapper surfaced to attack my lure all at the same time. Again, no hook up, but after not catching anything for so many weeks, a couple solid hits can really make a guy's day.

Persistence on a four star day

It was a four star day on the solunar tables on Wednesday, so I took every opportunity I had to fish. I hit the docks on the Hills first. It was a beautiful fishing day, low 70's, very light breeze out of the north, and not a cloud in the sky. It would turn out to not be much of a catching day, but hey--the fishing was great.

I worked the whole seawall and both docks without a bite:




Later that afternoon, I drove over to my mom-in-law's to pick up my daughter. On the way, I tried casting the Gotcha under the Madiera Beach bridge to no avail. The water was very chalky today, which considerably lowers the effectiveness of artificial lures, as those lures depend on sunlight and clear water to be seen by the fish.

When I was under the bridge, a young teenager who was castnetting nearby let out a whoop. He had castnetted a huge sheepshead. His dad ran to the truck, got out the cooler, and came down and threw that keeper sheepie in. He gave his son a congratulatory slap on the back and you could see that kid's smile a mile away. It was a touching father and son moment and I was glad I got to witness it.

On my way back to the car, I saw a fishy spot over near a restaurant:

It was clearly marked no trespassing, so I lined myself up near a structure that would hide my illegal activities:

The sun was directly in my eyes, so on my first cast, I played it careful and tossed the lure out. The cast came up short of the dock, but diligently worked the Yo-zuri back to the seawall. I put a little muscle into my second cast, and dropped the Yo-zuri right under the dock. I let it sit for a three count, then worked it back with my classic, pop, pop, reel, pop. When the lure was less than ten feet away, a snook quickly rose to the surface and yanked the Yo-zuri under.

I was so surprised that I just yanked up on the rod. The snook came to the surface and angrily thrashed it's head about a half dozen times before breaking off my line. The bad news is obvious. The good news is that a few seconds later, my Yo-zuri floated back to the surface.

I tied it back on and casted it out, and was surprised when it got whacked close to shore by a feisty ladyfish. The ladyfish also self-released, and I decided to pack it up.

It was a great day of fishing, and though I am broken-hearted after losing yet another snook, I was glad that I persisted on a tough catching day.

On my way back to my car, I saw a father and daughter team fishing with live shrimp further down the seawall. I told them about my snook and ladyfish adventure, and the father just sort of nodded nonchalantly. However, when I was pulling away, I saw them down by the dock, eagerly casting away.

I hope they caught a big one.