Water at the Pass
Posted in What's New on October 11th, 2006
To all of you out there who enjoy a great morning on the water here is a great story for you. Imagine the thrill as it runs the course through your veins! The morning began early as the moon was low on the horizon and the beautiful blues and purples began to show in the Eastern Sky. The tide was low, the surf was flat, the wind was calm and no biting insects around (to good to be true) it was a fact. Fred lite his big cigar, took a few puffs and smiled and I stood in awe, looking around and taking in all the beauty of nature. We began by casting our flies into the surf getting small bumps, we began moving along the shore getting into deeper waters, as the skies began to get lighter the feeding frenzy begins.
The water became a battle of life and death - all we could see coming down the shore line was thrashing and bait fish swimming for their lives, some surcoming to certain death by jumping on the shore certain to be gobbled up by the flocks of seabirds awaiting the easy pickings. As the dark cloud moving across the flat moved closer, we noticed that the concentration of baitfish was unreal. The dark cloud broke surface and it was a massive school of small Jacks. When the school hit the deep water it broke up into several schools and the warm up session had begun, we caught so many we felt like kids. We knew, if they were larger we would be in for a world of pain. We also knew we were there for something much bigger and I knew they were there…
As the sun rose above the mangrove, the dark logs began to show along the edges of the troth swimming under the schools of baitfish taking a few as they moved along. Time to switch gears and refocus. This was not going to be easy; so much bait in the water so our flies had to get down and be different, and the technique had to be calculated correctly or we would only be rewarded with failure.
Fred and I caught several fish all of very respectable size but the grand prizes stated to present themselves and Fred was finally rewarded for his patience. To let you know this wasn’t an easy battle at all. The fish was running around mangroves, stumps and rocks, it did not want to give in. Fred was taken into his backing several times as it screamed off the reel. Within minutes the battle was over Fred was victorious.
by Drei



