Posted By: karstopo
A Little Marsh Action - 06/09/18 11:23 AM
I think I’ve been in the seat of my Commander kayak 2 times this year. This afternoon was the second time. I almost missed out on that when I drove to Surfside and saw the gorgeous blue green surf. I stared at the water but nothing ever showed, so off to the marsh it was.
First cast into the falling tide got me a good take. Wait a minute, can we try that again I wasn’t ready? I cast around the spot as if the fish was really listening and ready to comply.
Moved into a muddy zone of about a foot of water. There were mud boils here and I fancy I can tell a redfish from a mullet. Turns out I can’t since I got a sheepshead instead. So that’s like number 4, I’m batting about .002 on those.
More boils, more fish, this time a redfish. Then how about another. That vein played out and I moved to the edge of a deep channel. Cast, take, run, nothing. Next time, I’ll check my tippet to mid section blood knot. Maybe another fish or two. Took on water when a giant snapper charter blew by. Decided that was my cue to exit. I was way out of kayaking with the fly rod shape. But it was fun. Got the juices flowing for sure.
Never picked up another rod ( brought two others) except the 7/8 weight CGR. Redfish are a lot of fun on that rod. The biggest redfish to hand went about 5 pounds and took off with the shrimp fly as it hit the water. I didn’t realize what was going on until I noticed my fly line had very rapidly moved about 30 degrees to port. That same fish then moved into some shell and afterward briefly got tangled up in a crab trap. I just got lucky repeatedly with the fish but that happens. It did fray my 13# fluorocarbon so I tied in some 15# and that’s when the blood knot failed. I like all the drama that redfish on the fly present.
First cast into the falling tide got me a good take. Wait a minute, can we try that again I wasn’t ready? I cast around the spot as if the fish was really listening and ready to comply.
Moved into a muddy zone of about a foot of water. There were mud boils here and I fancy I can tell a redfish from a mullet. Turns out I can’t since I got a sheepshead instead. So that’s like number 4, I’m batting about .002 on those.
More boils, more fish, this time a redfish. Then how about another. That vein played out and I moved to the edge of a deep channel. Cast, take, run, nothing. Next time, I’ll check my tippet to mid section blood knot. Maybe another fish or two. Took on water when a giant snapper charter blew by. Decided that was my cue to exit. I was way out of kayaking with the fly rod shape. But it was fun. Got the juices flowing for sure.
Never picked up another rod ( brought two others) except the 7/8 weight CGR. Redfish are a lot of fun on that rod. The biggest redfish to hand went about 5 pounds and took off with the shrimp fly as it hit the water. I didn’t realize what was going on until I noticed my fly line had very rapidly moved about 30 degrees to port. That same fish then moved into some shell and afterward briefly got tangled up in a crab trap. I just got lucky repeatedly with the fish but that happens. It did fray my 13# fluorocarbon so I tied in some 15# and that’s when the blood knot failed. I like all the drama that redfish on the fly present.