Back to the bay, 9/1
Posted: September 2nd, 2010, 10:58 pm
After our last trip resulted in 2 keepers, Mike & I were anxious to get back out - We arranged to ditch work early & got to the ramp around 4:30 or so. We putzed around one of the larger perimeter bays around Levy Bay & found some great looking oyster bars with good bait activity.
On or around my 10th cast of the day something went haywire on my leader-braid connection and my Poppa Dog went a sailing through the air in wifi mode, landing about 50 yards away in about 2 inches of water....I quickly looked over my shoulder to see if Mike had noticed - I was in the clear, so I tucked tail and paddled over to retrieve my temporarily lost plug.
After securely affixing a new leader and repositioning a little further down the shore, I had a couple short strikes on top water, nothing touched the jig or gold spoon so I went back to the Poppa Dog & ended up with one solid upper slot keeper, 24" this time around.
For my fishing dollar, nothing beats a topwater bite...so exciting. This one hit while the plug was dead still. That's my favorite. I imagine it helps hookups because the slack line gives the fish just a hair longer to get those hooks in it's mouth. In any event, I had a blast...Mike remains skunked on the redfish front. I almost wish he had caught the one I caught...I hate seeing a good fisherman frustrated. He was having all kinds of bad ju-ju with wind knots, snagging oysters, over-casting & getting tied up in the shore grass...felt bad for him. Then to add insult to injury he kindly took this picture after paddling 2 hundred yards in response to my "WA-HOO".
Dear sweet little 7 pound 6 ounce baby Jesus, please let Mike catch a Redfish next time we go out. Amen.
On or around my 10th cast of the day something went haywire on my leader-braid connection and my Poppa Dog went a sailing through the air in wifi mode, landing about 50 yards away in about 2 inches of water....I quickly looked over my shoulder to see if Mike had noticed - I was in the clear, so I tucked tail and paddled over to retrieve my temporarily lost plug.
After securely affixing a new leader and repositioning a little further down the shore, I had a couple short strikes on top water, nothing touched the jig or gold spoon so I went back to the Poppa Dog & ended up with one solid upper slot keeper, 24" this time around.
For my fishing dollar, nothing beats a topwater bite...so exciting. This one hit while the plug was dead still. That's my favorite. I imagine it helps hookups because the slack line gives the fish just a hair longer to get those hooks in it's mouth. In any event, I had a blast...Mike remains skunked on the redfish front. I almost wish he had caught the one I caught...I hate seeing a good fisherman frustrated. He was having all kinds of bad ju-ju with wind knots, snagging oysters, over-casting & getting tied up in the shore grass...felt bad for him. Then to add insult to injury he kindly took this picture after paddling 2 hundred yards in response to my "WA-HOO".
Dear sweet little 7 pound 6 ounce baby Jesus, please let Mike catch a Redfish next time we go out. Amen.