Cuervo was so encouraging with his report and the fact he enjoyed a day out on the water in significantly worse conditions, I decided not to be a baby and get out and have some fun. You don't even have to know anything about Cuervo, but know his enthusiasm is infectious and if the weather on a 40 something degree day was good enough for him, I can handle a day 5-10 degrees warmer.
Time was of the essence. With dark coming shortly after 5 and I'm leaving the house at ten til 1, well, you can do the math
First stop was a expanse of water without any sign of a vertebrate. Stared at the water for long enough to know. I'm not into plankton fishing. When I'm not feeling it, I don't launch.
Stop 2 was it, like it or not. Here was life. Pelicans, white and brown. The white ones lounged on an island while the brown birds worked hard diving for fish. Nothing is fair. Common Goldeneye, oh so uncommonly handsome, dived like penguins for fish. Yes fish, that's what I wanted, too.
And I found fish. Did I find the ones I was looking for? Yes, but sometimes I like them to come in bigger packages. The wind was up and the light was low, this is not a recipe for sight fishing. Thank goodness for secret element 74, wolfram, tungsten Swedish for heavy stone.
Tungsten sinks about 2.5 times faster than lead per equal weight. That matters because it's the only chance I have to fish moving water 2-5 feet deep with flies and floating line. So that's what I did. 3/16" tungsten beads on a size 4, 60 degree jig hook and some EP, Steve Farrar, rubber legs, a 3mm Pyrex rattle, and voila, it's a shrimp! Or that is what perhaps the fish think.
Sling, catch, sling, catch, 12" , 14" move , more of the same. I finally get a really big redfish, naturally, that's the one I lose. A couple fish bumped 20" but I'll never know since I forgot my check it stick.
Fun it was, no one there but the fishes, birds and me.