Today was a low morning tide and 15-25mph winds out of the northeast kept the tide ebbing longer and further than was anticipated. I had to head to Ft Myers Beach to see Erika, the lady who does hats and T-shirts for
the Yard Dogs, as she had called me the night before to tell me our recent order of hats was ready to be picked up.
I had the kayak loaded up along with all my gear, and I stopped at Bonita Bill's for coffee, juice, scrambled eggs, sausage patties and an english muffin. My plan was to see Erika, get our hats, then head for Bunche Beach to fish the rising tide.
It turned out that Erika had T-shirts ready for my band mate, Charlie, so I picked them up too and decided to head to Charlie's house to drop off his shirts and collect the gig money he had for me from our last show. With cash in pocket, I headed back to Bunche Beach. By this time, the place was crawling with tourists and the closest I could park was a good 1/4 mile from the water. I opted for searching out an alternate launch spot. I headed towards Sanibel, hung a u-turn at Punta Rassa, and pulled off the road just east of the causeway. Though mostly sheltered from the growing winds, the tide was still so low I was going to have to drag the kayak 250 yards through muddy flats to get it to water deep enough to float it. Frankly, I wasn't up for that. It was time for plan B!
I headed back towards Ft Myers Beach and stopped at the Bait'n Wait on San Carlos Blvd for five live pinfish for my Flow-n-troll. I headed back to Bonita Bill's, grabbed my pliers, law stick, and my heavy pier pole, stopped at the bar to load a cold beer into my shirt pocket, and headed out onto the docks. I hooked a live pinfish just ahead of the dorsal fin on a 6/0 unweighted bait hook and commenced to fishin' the pilin's for snook. It was close to noon and, though still low, the tide had finally started to flood. But the snook didn't want to cooperate.
I changed tactics and cast the freelined pinfish down tide and let him drift underneath a large sailboat docked at the next dock. It wasn't long and POW! The pinfish got hammered! I pulled up a nice 15 inch gag grouper!

He went back into the water unharmed...

I reloaded my shirt pocket with beer, rebaited with a fresh pinfish, and cast the pin back under the sailboat again. I was lolly-gaggin around watching boats and bikini topped tourist babes when POW! A HUGE hit, doubled up rod and PING! Broken off fish! My 50# leader was broken/bitten off at the hook!
I retied a new hook, reloaded the shirt pocket, rebaited the freshly retied hook with a fresh wiggly pinfish and cast it back to the same spot. After maybe five minutes, the bait was acting strange so I reeled it in to check only to discover it bitten in half right behind the hook!
After re-baiting yet again, I cast it back to the same spot beneath the sailboat. Nothing doing for a good 20 minutes or so. My friend, "Boat Lizard" Pete walked over to chat and while we were shooting the breeze, WHAM! Another hit and doubled over rod! It was another gag grouper and I thought for a while this was gonna be a legal keeper!

Alas! It proved to be an inch and a half too short at 20 1/2 inches...

I had a huge jack hit my last pinfish and take off on a nice run, but I missed the hookset. The jack killed the bait and since it was my last bait, I fished it dead for maybe 20 more minutes before calling it a day.
I let the lovely Bonita Bill's bartendress, Shelly, serve me a final brewski, then headed home. (I kick myself for not getting a picture of the lovely Shelly to insert here!)
Even though neither gag grouper was a keeper, at least I didn't have to clean fish blood and scales out of the kayak when I got home!
Life is good!