This afternoon seemed like a good time to head out to the river and do some tarpon fishing, so I grabbed my fly rod, a couple of boxes of flies and headed for the last place I caught some fish. Or, at least had some hits.
Open flowing culverts are usually magnets for fish, so I headed to the same area where I lost several juvenile tarpon yesterday afternoon around some open culverts.
When I eased up to the spot, a fisherman was just preparing to leave so I asked him if he had caught anything.
He told me he had a couple of hits but could not hook anything. Kind of like what happened to me yesterday at the same spot.
I took a couple of short videos of the fish rolling and dimpling on the surface until he left and then rigged up my fly rod with a heaver leader than I was using yesterday and tied on a dark patterned tarpon fly.
After a couple of casts, I briefly hooked into a small tarpon that flipped the fly after the first jump. I was hoping today wouldn't be a repeat of yesterday but it was too early to make any rash judgements.
I spent the next half hour or so casting several fly patterns and missing three more tarpon. I just could not get a solid hookup to save my life and after a while, I couldn't buy another strike either.
As I was thinking about tying on another pattern, a guy pulled up with a spinning rod and a gold spoon and asked me if I minded him fishing the area.
I had no problems with that, especially since the fish seemed to have developed lockjaw.
I spent a lot of time on my cell phone trying to get a shot of him catching a fish but although he was willing, the fish weren't so much.
He had a few strikes on his flies and after some time he switched to a popping bug, and finally a topwater frog colored Torpedo propeller bait that finally snagged a fish; below.
I intermittently tried a gold spoon, a swim bait that I had a few hits on, and finally as dusk came upon us, a Chug Bug that I normally used for spotted sea trout and redfish along Peacocks Pocket Road, when it used to be open to vehicle traffic.
After Kirby hooked and landed his tarpon, I broke down and tied on the Chug Bug with only about a 20 inch piece of fluorocarbon leader between the lure and my 40 pound Power Pro main line.
I wasn't convinced that I would be able to catch anything with the short piece of leader but I didn't have time to tie on a longer piece. It was getting dark.
I had three or four decent hits on the Chug Bug, but I still could not sink a hook into a fish. I'm beginning to think I have some kind of "fish hooking curse" or something.
Anyway, as we were casting the area, a large oversize snook jumped at least 6 feet into the air as it was chasing something for dinner. The fish looked like it was between 3 to 4 feet long as it splashed back into the water.
As luck would have it, I couldn't get it on my cell phone however, I did compile these vids of this afternoons fishing excursion.
I really need to remember to bring along my Go Pro next time.
When the mosquitoes started to fatten up on the blood from my legs, I finally decided to call it a day and head back home.
I bid farewell to Kirby and took his pic before he left so I could post it here tonight.
Till next time,
Tight Lines and Bent Rods.
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