I'm gonna' put this report here since it covers freshwater and inshore.
Darkness yesterday found me wading out on the flats in front of Live Oak Island. Dawn this morning found me in the vicinity of Upper Bridge on the Wakulla River. The rain this morning found me heading west on Hwy 365 towing my canoe behind a bike, while trying to see through fogged up, rain covered glasses, and trying to remember why a Tacoma or Outback wouldn't be a better tool for the job at hand.
The wife met me at the door with a towel saying she had picked up donuts and filled up the car, and that gas was now up to $3.50 at the Stop-n-Save.
<"Well, there's two reasons. Umm, donuts.">
Before setting out from LOI yesterday I noticed that the rocks were still under. Tried there first with a Zoom Super Fluke hoping for a red. No reds and threw a backlash that broke my line at right about casting distance. And this being one of the very rare times I didn't have a spare rod nearby.
"Hmm, uni-knot or just retie?"
"Uni-knot."
Still no reds and by now the rocks are starting to show pretty good. Went back to the car, got my pack and walking stick and headed out. Picked up the first trout, then the mackerel on a white Super Fluke. The uni-knot right at casting distance in my line finally pegged my frustration meter. So I cut the line back to there, switched to a green Super Fluke, and picked up a few more trout. They weren't exactly tearing it up, but it was enough to keep it interesting.
Nice and warm up at Wakulla Gardens when I left the house. Windier at the coast, and the wind off the water is a little cool. Wet to the waist, by the time the sun set I was getting cold.
"Hey knot-head where's my jacket?"
"In the living room."
"Lot of good it's doing there."
"Quit whining. There's fish to be caught."
"I'm freezing my fat fanny off."
"Then shiver, that's what that built in mechanism is for. Whup, there's one."
The star of this show hit a 7M28 Mirr-O-Lure right at dark, 24".
This morning I checked the weather radar and debated not going because of the imminent rain. Towing a canoe behind a bicycle in a downpour gets to be a pain the butt when you get a boat full of water. This is when you would swear water weighs 83.4 pounds per gallon instead of 8.34.
Put in at Upper Bridge at 6:45. The bird sounds on the river at that hour are awesome. Better than anything any composer or musician ever put out. Floating down the right side of the river from there, picked up all the bass on a Ti spinnerbait with a gold blade and yellow and blue skirt between the bridge and the middle of the island. Stayed and fished until 9, but at 7:45 somebody flipped the switch and it was over.
The star of this show taped out at 17".
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