It started Thursday morning with a trip to the East side of the Indian River. I had no real reason why I chose this area, other than I had fished the Banana River the day prior. Plus, the wind was coming from the East so that might had to do something with it. I spent a good three hours paddling around without any fish, besides a trout trying to eat a lure the size of himself.
Without any real tugs on the line, I decided to go one bend further than I usually go. It was quite a distance, too far to wade. It was about 10 o’clock in the morning when some reds, a lot of reds, decided to show themselves. The majority were about 20-38 inches, with bigger ones appearing underneath the kayak. Big reds that close can be either the most exciting minutes of your life, or the most frustrating because you can either watch them strike or turn you down. With it getting later in the day, these reds had already eaten and just stared at me. I figured out what I had been doing wrong. These fish were super close to the shoreline, while out was out a little ways. I tossed a DOA Cal in Alewife a few times and managed to catch one red out of the bunch. No skunk for me.
With an early lead and a plan this morning, I went straight to the area from Thursday. Unfortunately, I failed to check the wind before I went out. A hard West wind. Visibility below the ripples was about 50% (for every foot of water, only 6 inches deep is visible). Not only was the water cloudy in general, but the shoreline where the reds were was covered in dead grass. Not quite what I was hoping for. Today, I put on a rubber I hadn’t used before, a Salt Water Assassin Jerk Shad in Electric Chicken. After a few tosses, Boom! A hook-up, finally. Not long after, I found a hungry little trout wanting some chicken too.
The flat got hot fast and I had a long paddle back to the launch, so I called it a day. The lesson today, go to where the fish are, not where you want them to be.
More coming up soon!