S. Stinson - South GA Outdoors Fishin Report 12/6/09
Posted: December 6th, 2009, 8:08 pm
I stopped in to see Heath and the gang up at S. GA. Outdoors last Friday evening. As I was checking out, they said that we don't post any fishing reports any more. So this one is dedicated to them....
You know your a dedicated fisherman if you wake up at 5:30 am, see that it is 30 degrees outside and think "Damn, I should be fishin!" This was a spur of the moment plan, that I had not run by Mrs. Stinson yet, so as I was pouring her coffee when she finally got up at 8:30 am, I casually mentioned "You know, as cold as it is those trout and reds have to be stacked up in the creeks right now..." She hesitated a moment, then said I should go on down there if I wanted to.
Before the screen door slammed, I had a kayak on the Jeep and was headed for the Econfina. Turns out I was half right about the trout and reds. I holed up in a creek in a sunny spot next to the upwind bank and caught 15 reds and two trout. So the reds were stacked in my creek, but not the trout.
The tide was very low, so I climbed out of the kayak on a mud bar and walked back and forth casting at the deeper holes. One of my first casts netted me a really fat trout about 22 inches. As I was removing the hook from its mouth a Cajun Thunder came swimming up the creek. Knowing that Cajun Thunders don't normally swim upstream, I quickly pitched my trout up on the mud bar and cast ahead of the passing cork. A few seconds later, I snagged the leader under the cork with my jig and reeled in my second trout (a retread). This trout was rather small and obviously having a bad day, so I released him and kept the Cajun Thunder.
A couple casts later, I landed a red about 18 inches and figured out where they were sitting. During the time it took me to smoke a cigar, I landed nine more out of the same hole. Once the action slowed a little, I sat down on my kayak to re-tie my leader and have some vienna sausages. A racoon came strolling out of the sawgrass wanting to know what I was doing on his mud bar. I shared a cracker with him, then he asked for for a cigar, but I lied and told him I didn't have any more. He shuffled off in search of some oysters to go with his cracker, and I went back to fishing.
I landed several more reds, then paddled back to the Jeep to head home in time for the 5:00 pm service at church thankful for a peaceful day of fishing and enjoying the outdoors.
Good Fishin - Steve Stinson
You know your a dedicated fisherman if you wake up at 5:30 am, see that it is 30 degrees outside and think "Damn, I should be fishin!" This was a spur of the moment plan, that I had not run by Mrs. Stinson yet, so as I was pouring her coffee when she finally got up at 8:30 am, I casually mentioned "You know, as cold as it is those trout and reds have to be stacked up in the creeks right now..." She hesitated a moment, then said I should go on down there if I wanted to.
Before the screen door slammed, I had a kayak on the Jeep and was headed for the Econfina. Turns out I was half right about the trout and reds. I holed up in a creek in a sunny spot next to the upwind bank and caught 15 reds and two trout. So the reds were stacked in my creek, but not the trout.
The tide was very low, so I climbed out of the kayak on a mud bar and walked back and forth casting at the deeper holes. One of my first casts netted me a really fat trout about 22 inches. As I was removing the hook from its mouth a Cajun Thunder came swimming up the creek. Knowing that Cajun Thunders don't normally swim upstream, I quickly pitched my trout up on the mud bar and cast ahead of the passing cork. A few seconds later, I snagged the leader under the cork with my jig and reeled in my second trout (a retread). This trout was rather small and obviously having a bad day, so I released him and kept the Cajun Thunder.
A couple casts later, I landed a red about 18 inches and figured out where they were sitting. During the time it took me to smoke a cigar, I landed nine more out of the same hole. Once the action slowed a little, I sat down on my kayak to re-tie my leader and have some vienna sausages. A racoon came strolling out of the sawgrass wanting to know what I was doing on his mud bar. I shared a cracker with him, then he asked for for a cigar, but I lied and told him I didn't have any more. He shuffled off in search of some oysters to go with his cracker, and I went back to fishing.
I landed several more reds, then paddled back to the Jeep to head home in time for the 5:00 pm service at church thankful for a peaceful day of fishing and enjoying the outdoors.
Good Fishin - Steve Stinson
