Black Drum In Bobcat Bay

After an almost 7 hour drive home from Columbia, S.C., my wife and Elmo were jonesing to get out on the water and do a little fishing.

Because it was so late in the evening, we decided to just take Peacocks Pocket drive and hope for the best.

The waters of the Indian River Lagoon were like glass with almost no movement and the marsh areas looked almost stagnant.

My wife fished her usual dead shrimp under a bobber rig, and I started with a top water plug.

Although I caught the first redfish, it vied for the smallest redfish of the year competition.

The little bugger was about the same size as my Skitter Walk.

Karen then picked up a slot redfish that she at first thought was a large catfish. After a short fight and photo op, I cut the line and released her to fight another day.



The action slowed down, so we decided to scout for signs of sea trout or redfish farther on down the unimproved road.

We only saw a few rises and finger mullet, so we didn't bother stopping until we hit an area we call "bobcat bay".

Several large swirls in the shallow weed beds, suggested that a redfish or large trout was actively feeding; so my wife chucked out a free lined dead shrimp on another rod we brought along.

Almost immediately, she hooked into what she thought was a redfish, but after a brief fight turned out to be a slot sized black drum. This time I took a short clip of the action before we returned the fish to the Lagoon.

The mosquitoes, gnats, and green headed horse flies were tormenting us and poor Elmo to the point that he was whining to get into the car to avoid the plague. So, we decided to call it a day and leave for home.



The scenery was beautiful and we only saw two other vehicles during the entire time we spent fishing the unimproved road.

Perhaps it was because all the culverts were closed or the insects were blood thirsty, but the people just weren't around this evening.

Hope you all enjoy the photos and until next time; Tight Lines To All!!