I got out to the marsh on Labor Day intent on catching fish on fly. It was the first time in a long time that I made it on the water before sunrise.
Waiting for the light to get right to sightfish I started off throwing a topwater on conventional tackle. No redfish hit the frog, but I did manage a few small bass. Despite the low sun angle the first redfish was sightfished when I noticed a back out of the water on top of a grass bed. I actually thought it was a gar at first because of the lack of movement, but quickly realized after setting the hook on him that it was a red, and a decent one at that. After that fish I put my spin tackle down and focused on fly fishing. It was the right call because for about three hours there I could do no wrong. I was seeing fish with ease, casts were well placed, hooksets were tight, and fish were repeatedly brought in the boat. It was magical.
Redfish were anywhere from 18-28″, no true bulls, but a lot of nice slot fish. Great tournament fish. I even made it a point to blind cast the fly a bit so I could catch some bass and that worked too. Anywhere water was moving through a cut made for a great spot to blind cast.
Water clarity was excellent where there was submerged vegetation and it was in most of the bayous and ponds I fished. Conditions were pretty nice too, partly cloudy with a little breeze, super hot though. Fish activity was off the charts. Baitfish, shrimp, and crabs were in abundance and that brought out all the usual predators. I even had a shot at sightfishing for a few blue cats, but I pulled the hook from one of their mouths when I got all excited.
I always enjoy exploring new water and I got to do some of that as well. Gotta love it when that new water is productive too. Days like this are why St. Bernard parish is becoming my new favorite place to fish during the summer.
I saw a good weekend day to go fishing a couple weekends back and pounced on it. The weather looked pretty cooperative and usually if you can catch mild weather in the winter luck will be on your side. I woke up early and got on the water shortly after sunrise.
It was a chilly start, but I knew the day would warm up so I wasn’t too bothered by the cold. Besides, the winds were light and the clouds were nowhere to be seen, it was looking like it could be a pretty good day to sight fish.
The tide was low, which is normally not a bad thing for sight fishing, however this tide was extremely low. This extreme low had the water pretty dirty. I knew it was low when I launched, but I didn’t realize that it would continue to fall throughout the morning. There were entire flats that were exposed that I’ve never seen exposed. The fish were nowhere to be seen and even when I did see them it was too late for me to make a cast. Fishing was tough.
I did manage to avoid a skunk though. Right around lunch I had made my way to a flat where I’ve always found fish. It is off of a deep canal, so even if the flat was mostly exposed, there was still some refuge that could be taken in the canal for the fish. Sure enough that’s where they were. There were a handful of big black drum (they looked white in the water) with their tails up in the canal. I moved into position and dropped my fly in the path of one of them and he vacuumed it up. The fight was on.
It was a hefty fish. It gave me a couple of good strong runs and put a solid bend in the old TFO Mini Mag. The drum was a square, nearly as heavy as it was long (35 lbs, 37 in. long). It was a fun catch and I was glad to have caught something, even if it did slime up the boat and my pants.
After that I tried to make my way through the marsh back to the launch, but without any water it was futile. I headed back the way I came, through the bay, and ran into Scott from Bayou Chronicles and his neighbor on the paddle back. We chatted and fished for a bit. He ended up catching a beast of a redfish later in the day as I was already loading up the boat to head home. The tide was coming back in after lunch and if I were patient enough I probably would have had better opportunities at redfish in the afternoon. It had been a long day on the water for me though and I packed it in. There’s always next time I guess.
We spent Labor Day weekend up at Lake Rosemound where I had a couple opportunities to get back out on the water in the Kilroy DT and chase some bass.
Saturday I got out just after sunrise, armed with my favorite buzzbait, I headed toward a big flat where I saw some fish holding the last time I was out here paddling Marin around.
It didn’t take long to connect with a little male, who despite being blind in one eye, knew exactly how to slam a buzzbait.
The dink bass topwater action continued all over this flat and another and around the grass edges of the lake.
It was nice to spend a couple of hours catching bass before the sun really began to heat things up.
I made it out again the next evening, but didn’t have the same luck I had the day before. I only connected with one bass and missed three more fish on the same buzzbait I was using the day before. I guess I fell into the “one bait wonder” mold again this weekend, but that’s how I wanted to catch them.
I may not have caught many fish Sunday evening, but I did catch an awesome sunset, which is a fine substitute for a nice fish.