Sadly… I was the kickee as opposed to kicker today. The sun came out, mostly, but the wind came up, hard, and while I found fish, I spooked nearly every single one of them.
I spooked so many fish it is practically Halloween.
I got out to a little bay/cove on the East End today and went down to the far end where I found fish tailing in the corner up against some mangroves about 2 feet off the bank.
“Sweet” I thought. “This is going to be a great day.”
Cast, cast, gone.
Then the wind. Uff da.
Luckily, I found a little mud and got a skunk breaker.
I had some company on the flat starting off the morning… but they didn’t touch any fish. I think someone sent this guy out here to make me feel good about my casting. Watching them go at it I was again thankful for the good guiding and good fishing I had with Captain Perry.
I found a lot of fish today… but these fish were not the virgin/naive fish of the far reaches of the East End. These were educated fish. Most of the spooking I did came from the fish seeing the fly… any fly. I tried lots… #2’s, #4’s, #6’s… pinks, yellows, tans, whites… bunny, silly legs, very plain… they all send the fish running (swimming, I suppose) away at great speed, pushing water as they went.
I found one little pod of nice fish, made the cast, got the follow and got it to eat, but I missed the hook set and he/she/it wouldn’t eat again. Frustration was mounting at that point.
I drove down to Rocky Creek, but the tide was wrong for the flat there. I should have known better, really.
I drove back to the first spot. The wind was howling. It was too late to go anywhere else… this was going to need to be it. As I was walking out to where the sand stopped and turtle grass began I had the sun to my back and the wind in my face… I had one window to see the fish, but that also meant casting into the 15-20 mph wind. Just when I was coming to the conclusion that I wasn’t going to find any more fish I picked up 4 or 5 nice fish cruising my way on the edge of the grass… pretty much directly into the wind.
I slogged a cast out there and it wasn’t bad (surprising even myself). I saw one fish break off from the school. I moved the fly, I stopped, stripped, felt the fish, set the hook and I was hooked onto my second bonefish of the day. The fish started splashing around, it came tight, but didn’t start it’s run. I got ready to enjoy the sound of the singing reel and then it just spit the hook. wtf.
Tomorrow promises to be pretty much exactly the same as today from a weather perspective. Wind… lots of wind… 12-16, all day.
Now I have figured out that I can see the fish. Need to see if I can’t catch a few more tomorrow, or I’m going to be reduced to throwing for little cuda’s again.