and headed under the little bridge by the Olde Fish House Marina...
so as to avoid the worst of the wind. I rounded the marina and cruised out towards the pass...
I paddled just to the south of the sunken Marie Annette...
Near the sunken boat, I hooked a feisty little trout...
At least I giot the skunk out of the kayak!
I headed across Matlacha Pass towards the shallow flat north of Pine Island Road on the east side of the pass. There were a couple of shrimp boats tied up at Pine Bay.
I wanted to fish this area hoping to score a ladyfish. I seemed to be hanging up in weeds every cast, but I FINALLY hooked a nice sized ladyfish to use for live bait! I headed back to the big bridge and was excited to see two big tarpon rolling as I neared the main span. They were just teasing me though! I fished that live ladyfish for over an hour in and around the pilings, in the channel, just off the channel and drifting north along the channel. The tarpon were rolling, but they weren't eating.
At some point, the ladyfish gave up the ghost. I kept it in the cooler for cut bait and headed back to the kayak launch for a potty break and to re-rig one of my rods. I tied on a blue and silver suspending Mirrodine and headed out the channel to the south towards the pass. Right at the mouth of the channel the mirrodine plug got hit HARD! I grabbed the rod out of the holder as the fish was stripping line against the drag, but after putting quite a bend in the rod, it managed to spit the lure. I continued to troll both the mirrodine and a Yo-Zuri plug as I paddled across the pass south of the bridge. There is an old squatter's shack in the mangroves on a point on the east wall and I decided to pull the kayak into the mangroves...
stretch my legs, and do a little exploring of the old ruined shack...
I fished the mangroves along the east wall and back up into the back creeks some, but had no success. I hooked another small ladyfish paddling towards Bert's Bar, so I anchored out behind Bert's and soacked that ladyfish for a good hour. I saw plenty of big rays wallowing around on the surface, but no more tarpon. Finally I decided to call it quits.
I headed home, let the dogs out...
walked out onto my dock...
popped a cold snack...
caught a number of handsized bream on a cane pole...
and finally accumulated enough 2 inch bream to use as live bait. I baited up a cheapo Walmart spinning rod with the little sunfish two feet under a popping cork, kicked back with my feet up...
and proceeded to watch the bass and gar steal all my baitfish without a hookup. But it was a relaxing way to end the day.
Life is good!
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