Thankfully, I have a lot to write about. Unfortunately at this point, it would be way too much for one post so I'll keep it quick.
Low pressure, scattered rain, and a crap ton of wind put a damper on my 2015 Labor Day weekend. What originally started out as an amazing 3-day period of big water and even larger fish turned into a period of sadness when I felt there was a legitimate forecast. Fishing was put on a hold, and I had to deal with it. Sometimes safety comes first!
|Tommy's Sheepie just a hair shy of 24" and a VA Release Citation|
(Photo - Thomas DeWitt)
|Tommy with a consolation prize - Dinner|
(Photo Thomas DeWitt)
|25.75" VA Release Citation Sheepshead|
Fast forward to Saturday Evening. No fishing, just talking fish with Kayak Kevin and Lee. Prior to starting, I just had to get on the beach and see how bad it really was in the bay. After seeing this view, I knew staying landlocked was a good decision.
Sunday consisted of great company and amazing beer from one of my "Unofficial" (ok, DREAM) sponsor Back Bay Brewing. Almost a growler of IPA in, the talk shifts to fishing. After exchanges over the conflicting forecast (in which Tommy and I were referred to two "Bitches"), I caved and we made plans for the next morning. The wind was still clipping which made me unexcited to wake up early and experience a day where I would be getting a whoopin'. I make it to the launch at sunrise, to find excitingly and unexpectedly nice conditions.
|Labor Day Sunrise Services... At the launch and on the water!|
(Photo - Thomas DeWitt)
We work the grounds for a bit longer in search of Tommy's sheep, but come up empty. Lots of baits being eaten by trash, but no sheeps means we decided to keep a few crabs each for the trip in and head out in search of larger fish. Upon arrival to "The Grounds", I was greeted by a waiting Jay Brooks, Meghan, and the Family Seed on their respective boats. The reports were not great, but it didn't matter. I know what I can do, and I was feeling good!
A few Kayakers from TKAA were out, and I decided to do something different from the rest of the fleet. I went to find a spot and instead of following the pack and using their techniques, I paved my own path. Each pass rounded out some different fish. Some stud Flounder, a solid Gag Grouper, and some baits for my friends on the stinkpots. It was all fun, but kinda boring until I feel a "THUD" This could mean one of two things, the not so elusive ROCK...fish, or them big, nasty bulls. I set the hook, and get into one of the oddest drum fights I have had. Not much initially went into getting it off the bottom, but about half way out, I had a strong run back down. Each time I gained more ground on the fish, but it was if the structure had an equal draw. With the drag cinched down, I made short work of the brute, but still got worked at the same time. Hard runs, but not heavy head shakes had me scratching my head, especially given the hook placement right on the nose.
|Landing the second paper of the day... A 46" Red|
(Photo - Jay Brooks)
|A big, nasty, spawning bull released to"Get it on" and make some youngins.|
As time went on, it was apparent that not much more was going to happen, so we paddled in and attempted to again get Tommy on his paper. Unfortunately, things sucked for both of us and we called it a day... But not after I did something I had never done before. I got multiple saltwater species citations on the same trip for the first time. I can't wait for my next trip out. Hopefully I'll be seeing double once again!