We've got a bit of catching up to do...so here goes:
That's right gentle readers, no [word omitted here] wind at all.
Charley reported that he'd caught bluefish in the spot where the three of us had been into them on Friday. He also said he'd seen a mess of sheepshead [fish] but somehow Charley got away from us without divulging the location of said fish.
To get to that spot we had to work our way closely past mangrove trees under which were hundreds of mangrove snappers...mostly small fish.
But we weren't fishing for snapper this day.
Florida has a slot limit on these fish: they have to be between 15 and 20 inches, plus anglers are allowed to keep only one fish of 20 inches or more per day. In this way the larger, breeder fish are protected from over-harvesting.
Many anglers in the north believe we should have slot limits for striped bass...I'm one of them.
In addition to the water being smooth as glass this day, it was also crystal clear in most of the areas we fished. It may look to you here as though the water was a foot deep...but it's actually five-to-six feet in depth. We could see everything down there including sharks and barracudas.
I got a couple of casts at sharks with the red/orange shark fly. A couple of the toothy critters came over and gave the fly a look-see...but didn't bite. Just as well, perhaps. Wayne said if one of those big ones hit it'd run all the line off my reel in a flash. I said I didn't care...just wanted to get that first run or jump out of the fish and then break it off. Some of the sharks would have gone maybe 130 pounds.
And sharks feeding on them. Every several minutes for the two hours of so that we fished that location there'd be a big splash as a shark grabbed and devoured one of the thousands of fish that surrounded us.
This is something that seldom happens in Long Island Sound as the water in the Sound lacks clarity. To be able to see the bottom in 6 feet of water where we fish up north is unusual. To actually see the bluefish swimming below you down in the water and cast to them...just doesn't happen up there. [One place I've sight-fished for blues up north is in the Atlantic Ocean off the coast at the Maine-New Hampshire border, fishing with Captain Peter Whelan.]
Blues, ladies, and jacks smacked fly-rod poppers and about everything else we threw at them.
What're ya gonna do?
So, it was fish mayhem out there for a few hours.
We had a good time!