So, after traveling back last Thurs. and getting settled in, Andrew and I were ready for some fishing Saturday morning. The tides were not good, so we didn't plan on having a banner day. We got a late start and had to stop several times on the way down for tackle, ice, gas, breakfast, etc. Finally launched around 9:00 am and headed out on the water to hunt some good trout spots.
We tried several spots, starting close to the shoreline and working our way off shore. Once we worked our way out to about 9 feet of water, we started picking up some sea bass. Andrew was having a good time catching sea bass and pinfish, when something grabbed his jig and headed off toward the lighthouse. He was loosing line quickly so I sat him down in the front seat of the boat and told him to palm the spool on his reel. Slowly, the fish lost speed, then turned and began swimming around the front of the boat.
Several minutes later we saw Andrew's first cobia swim by the boat. Unfortunately, he didn't like the looks of us, and took most of Andrew's line back off the spool again. Andrew kept working him back to the boat and we eventually got him in the landing net. He was 34 inches long at the fork, just good long enough to keep and we were glad to have him.
Andrew said he was worn out, so I sugested we start working out way back toward the ramp and make a stop or two along the way. (We still hadn't managed to find any trout spots for the upcoming tournament). After riding for a mile or two, my motor plugged up with floating grass and got warm, so I had to stop for cleaning and cool down. I noticed the bottom looked spotty, so I began to pitch a lure while we waited. Not two casts later, I had a good 19" trout in the boat. We marked that spot and moved on. Over the next hour, we repeated that process three more times, each time getting a good trout The largest was over 24" and fat as a football. I hope these spots hold for this weekends tournament.
- Steve Stinson
Andrew!!
