The JK Media House boys just released a new video showcasing the new Jackson Kayak Mayfly. They hook up with Eric Estrada down in Miami and fly fish for peacock bass – a bucket list trip for any fan of urban fisheries.
One of these days I’ll get up to Arkansas to fish for smallmouth.
After fishing with Blake and James, I got to fish with Brooks and Jameson from JK Media House the next two days in Grand Isle. Before I get to that report though I wanted to share a couple of their most recent videos. They put out some great stuff, I’ve shared their Florida videos here before, I can’t wait to see what they come up with from their visit to Louisiana. I know that after fishing with them in Grand Isle they then moved on to Pointe-aux-Chenes, got some great weather, and had a few good days with the folks from Pack & Paddle and some of the other JK team guys.
It’s been a while since I’ve got out and waded a local creek with the fly rod, so I did just that this past Saturday. Ever the explorer, I hit a stretch of creek I’ve never fished. In fact I’ve never really thought much about fishing this stretch until they recently opened a park along it. I didn’t think it would be much different than other stretches of the creek I’ve fished or some of the creeks I’ve fished in the past but I was wrong. This one was much tougher.
Most of the creeks I wade around here have big sandy spoil banks and shallow riffles that connect them, making wading a breeze. Quicksand is about the only thing that can slow you down. In fact, unless you get hung up structure or a tree on the other side you rarely have to wade deeper than your knees. This one wasn’t like that.
The hike in was fairly muddy and full of these guys. Most you could avoid, but some had their webs a bit too low for comfort, so careful tip-toeing was required to negotiate around them. I know they’re harmless, but they’re still a big spider.
Then I cut through the woods, navigated my way through briers and poison ivy (I made a poor decision that morning and chose shorts instead of pants), then amble down a 20-30 foot muddy bluff face just to access the water.
I caught a fish and took a picture just in case it was the only one I caught on the day. Usually the wading part is no big deal once I get to the water. Not here though, the bottom wasn’t as hard as the others, the water clarity wasn’t as pretty as the others and it had spots that seemed deeper than the others and soon enough I stepped off a mud ledge into a hole up to my chest. It’s been a while since I’ve done that, glad it was super hot out.
The wading wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for the multiple downed trees that forced me to go up and down the bluffs just to get around them. Eventually though the wading got easier and of course the fishing picked up.
Then it became a longear-fest. If it wasn’t for the early bream and the world’s smallest bass that’s all I would have caught. They were very aggressive, in full spawning regalia.
I probably only covered 3/4 of a mile in five hours and didn’t catch anything bigger than my palm. Scouting trips can be like that though, you really don’t know until you go. Well now I know and I don’t think I’ll be going back.
Still beat sitting at home though. Fishing trips always do.
My next trip out in the kayak would be on a spring fed creek that holds the newest member of the black bass family, the Choctaw bass.
The put-in I chose to use for access had a spring right next to the launch, amazing how clear the water was in the pool where it was bubbling in. The creek was a beauty too. From afar it really didn’t look all that different from a slow bayou in Louisiana, with all the cypress and gum trees. The water clarity though, was much better than anything you’ll find in Louisiana, thanks to the numerous springs that fed the creek. There was also a large amount of submerged vegetation too, this was a very healthy environment, full of life, and it looked bassy as hell.
I paddled up about a mile and floated and fished back from there. It didn’t take long to land a few fish on the fly rod. The stumpknocker were plentiful as were the redbreasted sunfish.
I put the fly rod down and started tossing a soft plastic around the stumps and lilies, that’s when I landed my first chain pickeral on the day.
He wasn’t too big, but he was fun. I’d soon find out that this creek was loaded with them and that soft plastics were a bad choice for what the locals called jackfish. I was broken off shortly after catching my first one, then broken off again moments later. I decided that was enough of that and tied on a buzzbait. A wise man once said “any fat kid can catch a fish on a buzzbait” or something like that, so I decided it was time to exercise my inner fat kid.
I was having a blast catching pickeral on the buzzbait. They would absolutely hammer it, sometimes launching themselves out of the water like rockets! Most were small, but a couple went over 20″. I missed one choupique that I would have liked to have back. He nailed the buzzbait, not sure how I didn’t get a hook in him, he was every bit of 30″ though.
The fishing was going great, everything was visual, so I was enjoying myself, but the bass were eluding me to this point. I was finally able to change that around a group of submerged cypress, catching a healthy 14.5″ Choctaw. After the release of the Choctaw I noticed that the mother of all spiders was on my bow. I guess he hopped on from one of the nearby cypress trees. We’ve got fishing spiders in Louisiana, but I’m not sure we’ve got them that big.
I continued throwing the buzzbait and picked up a few more pickeral, mostly in the slack water, either around cypress trees or lilies. Just before takeout I was able to pick up a couple chunky little largemouth too.
The mission was accomplished, I was able to land a Choctaw bass, on a beautiful stretch of river. The real story though was catching a dozen or so chain pickeral, or southern pike as I’ve decided to start calling them. What they lack in size they make up for in fight – what a fun fish. I might have to check out some other spring creeks next time I’m on the panhandle, such amazing fisheries.