Marshin’ Redfish and Trout Redux 10-20, now with terrifying funnel clouds!
Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 8:51 pm
“Letting the days go by, water flowing underground.
Into the blue again into the silent water
Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground.”
Once in a Lifetime—Talking Heads
Scared of the zombie flounder that were lurching around the marsh last week, I plotted a new course for today. I had 3 spots lined up depending on what the weather was doing. When I went to bed last night, predictions were for 80-90% rain all day and a strong southeast wind. I slept in. I woke to 10% rain chances and single digit winds. Meteorologists...a pox on you!!!
Thankful for the good weather, I resolved to explore a new spot anyway.
I spent the week with my eyeballs glued to google earth images and fishing maps eager to hit a new marsh and nothing could stop me now!
So much marsh...so little time.
The tide was still obscenely high, so I figured it’d be more hunting and pecking. I wasn’t wrong.
Trolling on the way to the marsh, I hooked a trout. It saw my nice new, pumpkin-colored net and spit the hook and ran. Then something like a grenade exploded next to me. I screamed like a Frenchman in a thunderstorm and paddled away quickly. Later I realized a bunch of big gar were hanging out trying to give people heart failure. They’re kind of buttholes. Entering the marsh, I caught this:
I kept paddling around, casting the best bait in the 9 worlds for redfish, a spinnerbait. The reds approved. (Pro tip: any time you’re fishing an unfamiliar marsh for reds, you pretty much can’t go wrong with a good spinnerbait and chartreuse plastic body). I hooked 3 more trout and every single one got off before I netted them. Hmmmmmm.
All the paddling made me hungerful so I was glad to have my snacks.
Back to it:
About then, I looked at the horizon and saw a funnel cloud forming. Great. Now I’m going to get sucked up into Oz. Scarecrows and tin men freak me out. And all those midgets! WTF is up with that place?!
Thankfully the clouds parted and the threat passed. But the fishing slowed down as the tide kept coming in (it was sort of falling when I first started).
I explored a bunch more and will be coming back again soon. I started the long paddle to the launch and stopped at a marsh drain that had 2 small terns yelling and dipping. First cast with a cocahoe on 1/8 ounce jig head, BAM.
Next cast, repeat, but it got off. Damn! What IS IT with the trout today?!
Final cast to the oysters on the other side of the drain entrance and a huge, olive-gold shape swipes at the cocahoe about 5 feet from the kayak, just about as I was going to lift it out of the water.
Not too shabby.
I decided to call it a day and head home. Where I am now. Writing this report for you, TKF. All I ask in return is that you go out, catch fish, and post reports of your own. GET ON IT! Cuervo Jones, signing off.
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Into the blue again into the silent water
Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground.”
Once in a Lifetime—Talking Heads
Scared of the zombie flounder that were lurching around the marsh last week, I plotted a new course for today. I had 3 spots lined up depending on what the weather was doing. When I went to bed last night, predictions were for 80-90% rain all day and a strong southeast wind. I slept in. I woke to 10% rain chances and single digit winds. Meteorologists...a pox on you!!!
Thankful for the good weather, I resolved to explore a new spot anyway.
I spent the week with my eyeballs glued to google earth images and fishing maps eager to hit a new marsh and nothing could stop me now!
So much marsh...so little time.
The tide was still obscenely high, so I figured it’d be more hunting and pecking. I wasn’t wrong.
Trolling on the way to the marsh, I hooked a trout. It saw my nice new, pumpkin-colored net and spit the hook and ran. Then something like a grenade exploded next to me. I screamed like a Frenchman in a thunderstorm and paddled away quickly. Later I realized a bunch of big gar were hanging out trying to give people heart failure. They’re kind of buttholes. Entering the marsh, I caught this:
I kept paddling around, casting the best bait in the 9 worlds for redfish, a spinnerbait. The reds approved. (Pro tip: any time you’re fishing an unfamiliar marsh for reds, you pretty much can’t go wrong with a good spinnerbait and chartreuse plastic body). I hooked 3 more trout and every single one got off before I netted them. Hmmmmmm.
All the paddling made me hungerful so I was glad to have my snacks.
Back to it:
About then, I looked at the horizon and saw a funnel cloud forming. Great. Now I’m going to get sucked up into Oz. Scarecrows and tin men freak me out. And all those midgets! WTF is up with that place?!
Thankfully the clouds parted and the threat passed. But the fishing slowed down as the tide kept coming in (it was sort of falling when I first started).
I explored a bunch more and will be coming back again soon. I started the long paddle to the launch and stopped at a marsh drain that had 2 small terns yelling and dipping. First cast with a cocahoe on 1/8 ounce jig head, BAM.
Next cast, repeat, but it got off. Damn! What IS IT with the trout today?!
Final cast to the oysters on the other side of the drain entrance and a huge, olive-gold shape swipes at the cocahoe about 5 feet from the kayak, just about as I was going to lift it out of the water.
Not too shabby.
I decided to call it a day and head home. Where I am now. Writing this report for you, TKF. All I ask in return is that you go out, catch fish, and post reports of your own. GET ON IT! Cuervo Jones, signing off.
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