Three days of fishing the new little bay here in Nuevo Vallarta and all I had caught were a bunch of tiny, tiny Jacks. The water just seemed too shallow. The big boys weren’t going to come in this far. I knew it… deep down. I was wasting my time casting to these little guys in the hopes that a big one might be near.
The doorman said we should push to the weekend to try and head out and then he called this morning, wanting to go out. Well… my wife has a cold (so do I) and I wasn’t anywhere near ready, so I passed up on that chance. I paced a bit and then went and did pool time with my daughter. When my wife offered an opportunity to head back to the little bay this afternoon, I took it.
“I’m going to do something different this time though…” I thought as I headed out there.
For starters, I left the camera with my wife. I get a little superstitious sometimes. I wanted things to line up for me, so I wasn’t taking any chances.
I started off as close to the river mouth as I could get… small fish. I worked my way around the inside of the little bay… small fish. Not enough current… too shallow.
Then I took a good look at the outside of the little bay. I could see color change. That is where I needed to fish.
First cast, first nice little Jack of the trip… 2 pounds or so. Then came another and another and another. Biggest was probably about 5 pounds, which ended up on the dinner plate, along with a nice 3 pounder.
Success. I just needed to listen to myself a little bit. I knew I needed deeper water. I knew I needed more current.
I was happy to be able to switch over to my #2’s and #1/0’s from my #4 clousers. It was a good day.