Left the lighthouse about 6:30. Figured I'd throw a little topwater until the sun got up and I could see better. The curse of the first cast:
Got in closer and picked up the flyrod. Learned real quick that you HAVE to have some sort of line management system other than wrapping it around the trolling motor. Almost immediately spot a nice school of reds moving around a bar right in front of me. Actually do a fair job of laying the fly out in front of the lead fish; but, no love. They keep on cruising like they have somewhere to be. I get slightly perturbed. Feel better when I turn around and see another school of reds following the first school. Put the fly in front of their face, they laugh at me. I pick up the fly and lay it right in front of them again, they flip me the bird. I'm slightly more perturbed. I move on down the shore and look there, it's another school of reds. I sling another fly at them. They blow up as soon as the fly hits the water and make a run to the next time zone. I'm mucho perturbed. I decide to put the flyrod down for a few minutes to lower my blood pressure. About the second cast with the conventional stuff:
Nothing special but respectable. Move down a little a further and things get real interesting. The water in front of me is jumping all over the place. There are tails everywhere. Easily 300-400 fish, all over slot are moving all around me. I figure this is a great opportunity, so I pick up the flyrod
I couldn't even get one backcast without them seeing me. Too many eyes on me. They made 3 passes by me and I couldn't get any decent presentation to them without spooking them. After multiple casts, decided to pick off at least one. Picked up the conventional stuff again:
29" and about 9lbs on the Boga. The other 300-400 hundred fish looked like this ones twin. By the time I got this guy to the boat, revived, and released the wind had picked up enough that I couldn't find the school again. Decided it was a pretty good day and was headed home by a little after 11. Probably could have done a lot better if I wasn't playing with the flyrod; but, it was a learning experience.
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Reds are just too picky...
