turkey point 4/25
Posted: April 27th, 2015, 11:10 am
I have been trying to get out on the water for the last few weeks with little cooperation from the weather. I decided I was going to head down Friday after work without the boat ( just incase the weather didn't want to cooperate) and piddle around on the dock and try to stir up a bite.
After a quick stop at Crum's for some rod tip repairs and much needed gulps, I eased up to the house re-rigged my poles and headed down to the dock.
At first I noticed everyone hasd a light green bait tied on but I wasn't getting any bites with that route, I couldn't really move on the dock so I decided to changed color to the new penny and immediately caught a 10' trout. I kept pitching away in the same areas and caught a few more short trout and was thinking this was all I was going to be able to come up with. Shortly after this a 17" trout decided he was hungry after all and got with the program. I didn't have a Ice chest or proper fish storage equipment with me because I didn't really think I would catch anything. I noticed a piece of dock rope and figured what the heck and made a stinger with it for the time being.
The after a few more short trout the bit started to slow and it was getting late. I figured I would try to mix it up one more time and swapped to a gold spoon and caught myself saying that famous line " one more cast"
So I threw it out as far as I could let it sink to the bottom and as I started to reel in the drag started singing and the line started heading the other direction. It kind of felt like a Spanish at first with the initial run but it was shorter and more of them, it wasn't shaking its head like the typical trout, could it be my first red fish. It surely was and a keeper 22" at that, man what a fight!
The battle was just heating up as I had no net or help on the dock at the time of the incident. While maneuvering the fish around the pylons ever so gently not to loose him at the dock, I got him into position for extraction. I layed him up on the dock and the hook came right out, at this point the fish was flopping all over the place and on the verge of re entering the water. With one hand un tieing the stringer from the dock and one on the fish I finally got it untied. The fish was still trying to escape and I barely got the stinger in place before he could flop away. It seemed to be taking a lifetime but was only just a few seconds long.
My adrenaline was still pumping like a 10 point buck just stepped out form behind the tree line! Man what a great feeling!
I grabbed my stringer up with my two prize fish and walked the short walk down the road holding my fish high for all passer buyers to see. I'm sure they were thinking look at this idiot walking down the road, But I was thinking they were envying my prize fishes or at least my prized stringer!
After a quick stop at Crum's for some rod tip repairs and much needed gulps, I eased up to the house re-rigged my poles and headed down to the dock.
At first I noticed everyone hasd a light green bait tied on but I wasn't getting any bites with that route, I couldn't really move on the dock so I decided to changed color to the new penny and immediately caught a 10' trout. I kept pitching away in the same areas and caught a few more short trout and was thinking this was all I was going to be able to come up with. Shortly after this a 17" trout decided he was hungry after all and got with the program. I didn't have a Ice chest or proper fish storage equipment with me because I didn't really think I would catch anything. I noticed a piece of dock rope and figured what the heck and made a stinger with it for the time being.
The after a few more short trout the bit started to slow and it was getting late. I figured I would try to mix it up one more time and swapped to a gold spoon and caught myself saying that famous line " one more cast"
So I threw it out as far as I could let it sink to the bottom and as I started to reel in the drag started singing and the line started heading the other direction. It kind of felt like a Spanish at first with the initial run but it was shorter and more of them, it wasn't shaking its head like the typical trout, could it be my first red fish. It surely was and a keeper 22" at that, man what a fight!
The battle was just heating up as I had no net or help on the dock at the time of the incident. While maneuvering the fish around the pylons ever so gently not to loose him at the dock, I got him into position for extraction. I layed him up on the dock and the hook came right out, at this point the fish was flopping all over the place and on the verge of re entering the water. With one hand un tieing the stringer from the dock and one on the fish I finally got it untied. The fish was still trying to escape and I barely got the stinger in place before he could flop away. It seemed to be taking a lifetime but was only just a few seconds long.
My adrenaline was still pumping like a 10 point buck just stepped out form behind the tree line! Man what a great feeling!
I grabbed my stringer up with my two prize fish and walked the short walk down the road holding my fish high for all passer buyers to see. I'm sure they were thinking look at this idiot walking down the road, But I was thinking they were envying my prize fishes or at least my prized stringer!
