Offshore Dog Island
Posted: April 3rd, 2012, 5:12 pm
This Spring I have neglected my fishing in favor of house remodeling. Even though some more work remains at home, the advent of grouper season, including gags in state waters, got me ready to go on April 2. I had decided to wait one day to let the dust settle so Monday was the day. The night before, I had a fairly tough time locating all of my fishing gear, as I had to stuff it elsewhere while the remodel was going on. Still don't know what I did with my gloves.
By 4:30 a.m. I couldn't watch the clock anymore, so got up and began roaming around in search of coffee, breakfast, and a shower. My usual suspects for fishing partners had not been able to make it, including my wife, so it was a solo trip. The SUV eased out of the driveway right at 6, and I drove through a fairly foggy morning to Carrabelle, arriving at 7:15. This gave me time to unload my stuff early at the Boat Club so I could be the first in line to have the boat put in at 8. A couple of other guys arrived after I did, and we chatted a bit waiting for Frank to open up. Seems they had gone the day before, and pronounced the fishing then to be "pretty slow". I hoped it was a case of amateur angler.
Boat was put in, I idled out the canal and only bumped once, then stopped at C-Quarters to ice and gas up. The boat had not been run for a while, but started and operated just fine. Remembered to slap on the registration sticker right away, in case the man showed up. I had it, but just kept forgetting to put it on the side of the boat. At the mouth of the River, fog was lifting and the wind was light, water pretty calm. I popped the clutch, and put the Mechele on plane and eased on up to 35 mph for the ride to the first spot in 60'. A little chop in East Pass, then more as I headed SE. Seas were a confused 2' chop by the time I made it out a few miles, and I began to trim the tabs. No visible bait, no birds working. Hmmm. The first spot was in federal waters, where I hoped to bag some red grouper. When I arrived, the bottom looked good and fish were marking.
Well, there were lots of fish, but all big humpbacked blue head sea bass. They would eat anything, no matter how big the bait. No grouper hit, even live pins, dead bait, and lures. All the bass loved, and I kept 12 of the biggest so I would have something to take home. Moved to another 50' hole, same deal, only less fish. Moved again, to my favorite early Spring grouper area, which was in state waters, and I hoped gag country. No love.
Finally decided to troll the 45' zone, and managed to catch one nice gag, that weighed 10lbs on the Boga. By that time, it was 1:00 p.m., and I was ready to head in. The sea breeze was cranking up and the ride in was nice. Water temp was 71, wind SW 10-15 as I docked. Cleaned the boat and the fish, and the rest of the folks returning had about the same sort of day. All caught lots of bass, and a few grouper.
Still a fine day, except these days tire me more than they used to do.
My take home: 1 gag, 10 lbs, 12 big sea bass. Any sea bass lovers should go right now.
Luck,
EJ
By 4:30 a.m. I couldn't watch the clock anymore, so got up and began roaming around in search of coffee, breakfast, and a shower. My usual suspects for fishing partners had not been able to make it, including my wife, so it was a solo trip. The SUV eased out of the driveway right at 6, and I drove through a fairly foggy morning to Carrabelle, arriving at 7:15. This gave me time to unload my stuff early at the Boat Club so I could be the first in line to have the boat put in at 8. A couple of other guys arrived after I did, and we chatted a bit waiting for Frank to open up. Seems they had gone the day before, and pronounced the fishing then to be "pretty slow". I hoped it was a case of amateur angler.
Boat was put in, I idled out the canal and only bumped once, then stopped at C-Quarters to ice and gas up. The boat had not been run for a while, but started and operated just fine. Remembered to slap on the registration sticker right away, in case the man showed up. I had it, but just kept forgetting to put it on the side of the boat. At the mouth of the River, fog was lifting and the wind was light, water pretty calm. I popped the clutch, and put the Mechele on plane and eased on up to 35 mph for the ride to the first spot in 60'. A little chop in East Pass, then more as I headed SE. Seas were a confused 2' chop by the time I made it out a few miles, and I began to trim the tabs. No visible bait, no birds working. Hmmm. The first spot was in federal waters, where I hoped to bag some red grouper. When I arrived, the bottom looked good and fish were marking.
Well, there were lots of fish, but all big humpbacked blue head sea bass. They would eat anything, no matter how big the bait. No grouper hit, even live pins, dead bait, and lures. All the bass loved, and I kept 12 of the biggest so I would have something to take home. Moved to another 50' hole, same deal, only less fish. Moved again, to my favorite early Spring grouper area, which was in state waters, and I hoped gag country. No love.
Finally decided to troll the 45' zone, and managed to catch one nice gag, that weighed 10lbs on the Boga. By that time, it was 1:00 p.m., and I was ready to head in. The sea breeze was cranking up and the ride in was nice. Water temp was 71, wind SW 10-15 as I docked. Cleaned the boat and the fish, and the rest of the folks returning had about the same sort of day. All caught lots of bass, and a few grouper.
Still a fine day, except these days tire me more than they used to do.
My take home: 1 gag, 10 lbs, 12 big sea bass. Any sea bass lovers should go right now.
Luck,
EJ