I’ve already posted the video on facebook and made several posts about how I’ve been enjoying fishing with my little boy. I finished up this video last week and while working on it I realized that it would be my favorite video I’ve made. If you’re interested but hadn’t seen it yet, here it is.
Hope everyone had a great Fourth of July. Here’s how River and I enjoyed ourselves…
We were getting nibbles from bream while using red Powerbait worms, but got ran off the water when I heard thunder and saw rain coming on the radar. Still, I love having him out with me. Now, if only the bass boats would slow down when they see us (truthfully, we only had one that blew past us while we were clearly visible).
Here’s one of my favorite films from this years Fly Fishing Film Tour and a brief description of the film. It’s 25 minutes long but if you enjoy fishing and excellent story-telling, you ought to watch this…
From Simms Website:
“Beyond the Horizon” tells the story of Rankin Jackson’s struggle to provide for his family while trying to survive the push of the drug trade and ultimately how fly fishing revealed his road to redemption. Guanaja, Honduras is blessed with a valuable permit fishery and while islanders previously ate them, a catch and release ethic has organically blossomed from the presence of a small fly lodge: Fly Fish Guanaja. As a result of fly fishing, new opportunities and sources of income are developing each day for the small community of islanders.
Guanaja, Honduras and the surrounding Caribbean is decorated with glorious and devastating war stories dating before pirate days through the current drug empire. Man’s Caribbean treasure has gone from gold to cocaine to the mighty permit. 10 years ago Ranken found himself with the opportunity to work at Fly Fish Guanaja, sleeping in a hammock as a guard. He rapidly developed as a fly guide and today is regarded as one of the greatest fly guides in all of Honduras.
“In that part of the world there’s so much turmoil, so much more than I’ve ever experienced.” said Filmmaker Shannon Vandivier. “The person Rankin is today is a product of that struggle. The empathy and compassion he has are also products of that. Just to hear his story unfold, and to hear his aspirations of going to and exploring this remote area was incredibly inspiring.”
I’m absolutely into my thirties now. Don’t get me wrong, I know I’m still young. But I’ve noticed I do grunt a little more here and there, and I don’t have the energy that I had just a few years ago. But I know there’s someone out there that would read that and go, “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet” or “Thirty-one? You’re still a kid”. I know, I know…
Anyway, to celebrate thirty-one years of existence on Earth, I called up Karl and asked if he wanted to head down to the marsh. He was happy to join me, so we made a plan for Friday morning.
Upon arriving at the launch site on Friday, we were met with wind, wind, and wind. The water levels were about average (and tide rising slowly), and water quality was less-than-stellar. It wasn’t “chocolate milk” muddy, but it wasn’t as clean as I’ve seen it before. We, of course, still made a go at it.
It didn’t take long for Karl to get hooked up first. He was throwing a Whopper Plopper over a grass line on a wind-protected bank.
With tons of shrimp jumping out of the water, I decided to change up lures to a Z-man shrimp. It took a while for me to find a fish that would bite it, but I did. It was late morning by that point, and I had found the cleanest water of the day over a large grass flat. After spooking a few fish, I decided to sit and blindcast the shrimp. I’d anchor down and fish for about 10 minutes, then drift to a different location and repeat.
When I met back up with Karl, I found out he’d had some success throwing a Ginger Avenger Inline Spinnerbait. Ready to change it up, but lacking the lure (I’ve got a few packs of Ginger Avengers sitting on my desk at home), I tied on a traditional redfish spinnerbait. First cast with it came back with a little red!
By now it was noon and we knew we needed to head in before the temperature became more unbearable.
Later that afternoon I took River to fish the ditch behind our house. We’ve been picking off bream but we’ll occasionally see a small bass but haven’t gotten them to bite. But last night I spotted one and he bit the lure twice without getting hooked but on the third time… well, I’ve never been so happy to catch a 10″ bass. Sorry, no pics on that one!
My Rod/Reel Combos