Cold Front Seatrout and Redfish
Well, here we are, in one of those famous April cold fronts. The wind had most of the week shut down but low and behold we have a cold, clear, crips day and we are ready to rock. We launched at Beacon 42 around mid-morning to allow all the boat ramp antics to take place before we arrived. We made our way into one of our normal haunts and immediately started seeing fish. The water was crystal clean and although the fish were quite spooky, Jason got a small redfish to eat quickly.
The traffic on the water was typical for a weekend day with beautiful weather. This added pressure, coupled with the clear water never helps. We were just going to have to slow down and use the clear skies to our advantage. I decided to push out and adjust our approach, which proved to be the right move. The angle of attack was not perfect, but we hid our shadows well and that was the difference. The first trout of the day was a beautiful fish. Not a giant but enough to wear the tag Gator.
As we proceeded across the flat we noticed that was was not alone. Jason, called me off the platform to take a shot with the fly rod. He did not have to twist my arm. My bow session was a quick one. We spotted a large fish on the edge of a pothole. She was at 11 O’Clock, quartering away. That is my jam. Luckily, I kicked off the rust quickly and dropped the fly just beyond her reach. Two hops and she ate. Barely having to move a muscle…just the way they like it. The colder water had her fired up quick when I came tight. She took me to the reel but not much further and I guided her into the net if fairly short order.
That is all I needed. Foss is back up.
We were contemplating a move but decided otherwise as we had a clear path with not another boat in sight. The flat and shoreline ahead was an area I had not fished in a while but with the clean water it was worth a look. It did take us a couple hundred yards before we began seeing fish but they were grouped nicely and eager to eat. This stretch was packed with smaller trout and Jason would go four and five casts in a row with a bite.
We were approaching a series of pot holes so a quick platform switch and I had a small trout on my first cast. A basic shrimp fly was all it took. The trout were eating it to the point it was unraveling. That was my queue to climb back up top and give the bow back to Foss. As luck would have it, his next shot was to a belly crawling redfish. We joked that was the shot I wanted and he made it count.
We moved one last time as we finally were approaching another skiff. We gave way picked another stretch. The trout followed. It was almost comical the amount of small trout he was catching. As the sun began to fade we decided to make the run back and be thankful for the day we had. “Wish they were all like this”, Foss said.