Yesterday we confirmed 36 miles of where not to go. Thursday, Jumptrout was kind enough to show me several places east. We also spent over 3 hours of quality time together, with the boat stuck on the bottom. Even though Jumptrout and I caught fish Thursday, given todays tides, there was no way we could have gotten out of those places, and back to jerrys by 3. Jumptrout, I do appreciate the tour. And, I enjoyed the company.
That leads to the decision of where to fish today. As Chalk and I were riding home yesterday afternoon, after a day without even a bite, we get a call from a quail hunter wearing Panacea Reeboks. He said he had caught some trout, in a hole, in a creek. I told Chalk I felt we could get in and out of that creek, even with the low tide in the middle of the day. After quite a discussion, the decision was made to go to this creek. As those that fished today know, the fog was thick today. That made the morning run interesting. The first thing to happen was my glasses fogged up. I had no choice but to take them off. That made following the track in my GPS interesting. But we made it to the mouth of the creek. I knew there was a hole at the mouth of the creek. So, we started fishing right there. Within 5 minutes I put the first keeper of the day in the boat. We fished that hole for another half hour. Not another bite. Given the wind direction, and the falling tide, we idled up the creek and started fishing in a hole as far up the creek as we would go all day. That hole produced 1 short. So, we started fishing down the creek, fishing every hole we could find. We fished most every hole in the creek twice. No more fish. Then the "discussion" began. My partner wanted to leave that creek and explore others. There were plenty of other creeks around, but none of them had deep holes. I insisted we stay where we were and wait the fish out. I was confident they would eventually bite. My partner's response was something to the affect of "If you don't get me out of this creek I'm gonna whop your arse, throw you out of this boat, and leave you here". We stayed where we were. Fortunately, for me, he caught the second keeper of the day, at around 11:45. It had been a long morning. Then the fun began. We boated 4 more keepers (giving us a total of 6 in the box) in the next 30 minutes. We also caught several shorts, and several more keepers that wouldn't improve our weight. Then it was over. We boated 1 more short fish after that.
Then it was time to head to the ramp. We fired the motor and got up on plane in the deep hole at the mouth of the creek. I don't know how we managed to run through what we did, but if we had stopped we would still be there. It was shallow. We were both holding our breath, hoping it didn't get any shallower.
It was a tough day. But my partner's patience payed off.
Thanks for another good day on the water, partner. As usual, it was an experience.
