No, not from a massage parlor… the fishing kind. Today when the monkey went to sleep I went out for one last round of fishing. The tide was a little better and the water just looked more… fishy. I managed my first fish while changing up my retrieve from super fast to super slow… evidently, slow and steady wins more than just the race. First fish of the day, a Leatherjack, about 12″ or so. Next, I saw a small log floating 50 feet off shore… fish were attacking it, hitting it over and over again. I got a cast out, slow retrieve and the smallest fish of the bunch hammered it… Jack Crevalle, about half a pound, little guy.
So, I stood there, casting, retrieving, casting, retrieving, ya know… “fishing.” All of a sudden, I saw a tail cut through the murky water in front of me, swimming fast, about 5 feet from where I stood… the forked tail was clearly visible and it was… um… massive… I’d guess 20 pounds… maybe more. Safe to say my interest was peaked.
Bait were popping, boils were sporadic, butt pretty frequent, but still… cast, retrieve, cast, retrieve. I was starting to think about heading back, hoping my daughter had slept during her nap and thinking it was a bit of a bummer than my jig clousers had not produced.
Tug, set, bigger tug, line going out, clear the line and it was clear this wasn’t a little guy. Now, the last nice Jack Crevalle I caught here was on a 7 wt. with a cheap Cabela’s large arbor reel… the reel did not do well (grinding is not a good sound when reeling). This time I was fishing my TFO Clouser 8 wt., the rod I brought to the Bahamas, and my TFO Large Arbor 357 reel. This fish didn’t stand a chance. So nice to have confidence in your gear.
The Jack went about 4 pounds. I kept it, brought it to one of the resort restaurants and it fed 3 adults. Toro are not known as great eating fish, but this was de-lish.
Of course, I have no pictures of any of the fish-just-caught, since my waterproof camera took a header yesterday and is not recoverable.
The trip was a good family trip with lots of pool time for the 3 year old. The fishing mostly s-ucked, but ya know… I didn’t get to fish the best tides, I got to fish the tides when my daughter was sleeping. The surf was also much rougher this trip than I had seen it before. As always, I was amazed at how much the river mouth had changed in just a few months.
Now… back to my bonefish fixation.
PS – The “Biggest Doucebag” award goes to the guy I saw this morning walking around in a “The Working Class Can Kiss My Ass” T-Shirt. If you own one of these you should feel bad about yourself. If you WEAR one of these, you should jump off a really high building.