Redfish Trout and Flounder Fishing

One of the things that I love most about spring fishing in the Beaufort and Hilton Head area is the anticipation. For the most part winter can be a bit dreary, but as the azaleas begin to bloom and all of the critters come back out you can feel that things are changing. In my case it is time to get out fishing and that anticipation leaving the dock on a crisp spring morning really puts things into perspective. Some of the best fishing of the year occurs as the water starts to warm up and those lethargic winter fish become eating machines. This past year I was out with a buddy of mine poling a local flat and we just knew that we would get into em, everything was perfect…only no fish. “What can I say I thought this would be the day” I told my buddy Jason. As the morning came and went along with our hopes for a fish dinner we decided to fish one last grass point on our way out before the tide got too high. On our first pass we immediately hooked into a double header of nice redfish…then a fat sea trout, then more reds and then a flounder, then more trout and reds. Jason commented in the excitement “no wonder we haven’t caught any fish this morning, there all laying off of this point!”. I have to admit he was right, we sat there for over an hour wearing out fish and then as fast as it started it was over. Even if we had not caught those fish the day would have been a success, but they put the explanation point on Spring Fishing! To hear more tails of whoppers and mishaps give me a call and let’s put together a fishing trip and until then “catch em up”!

Sight Fishing For Redfish in Beaufort, SC

Some of the best red fishing of the year comes together in march, so as I power my boat off of the trailer on a crisp mid March morning my hopes are high. Winter fishing for my generally means sight fishing from the poling platform…can it get any better. As I pull into my first spot I see the bottom of the shore line get up and move in unison, oops I guess that I wont see that school of fish again I say to myself as I climb up onto the platform. It doesn’t take long however to find another school of fish and what a school it is! There must be 200 plus fish here packed together in a tight ball like bait. We start firing lures with spinning gear over them and both my buddy and I hook up immediately. This goes on for twenty minuets or so until a local dolphin has plans of his own and literally “crashes” the party. What can you do the dolphin have to eat too. At the end of the day we totaled 12 reds…not too bad for a chilly winter fishing trip. to hear more fish tails contact me at beaufort sport fshing and lets get out to do some fishing!

Redfish or Sheepshead?

Running down the river we could feel the cold chill of winter seeping through our jackets, but damn the cold, we’re on a mission to catch dinner. We pull up to the old sheepshead dock and you can still see the clusters of barnacles growing on the pilings as the tide slowly rises to cover them up. I set the anchor to get us in the right position and we start to ease our fiddler crabs slowly to the bottom…bam…bam…bam, were tripled up! I think this may be the quickest sheepshead triple that I’ve ever seen; they must be thick down there. After an hour of steady sheepshead action one of my buddies hooks into something big, I mean really big and we start the “piling shuffle”. How we managed to keep this mystery fish on as it weaves in and out of the dock pilings is beyond me, but somehow we get it into open water. After a thirty minute fight on light tackle we finally get a good look at the bruiser, “it’s a big red fish” my buddy cries! A big redfish indeed, this sucker weighed in at 35 pounds before we released it. How about that to finish up a sheepshead trip. To hear more tails of whoppers and mishaps give me a call and let’s put together a fishing trip and until then “catch em up”!

A Day to Remember – Red Hot Sailfish Action

There are quite a few days that stand out in my mind as days to remember, but none quite as much as one cool January day off of the Ocean Reef Club in Key Largo, Florida. At the time I was working as a mate on a 40 foot Liberty named the Fantasy which was skippered by a well known sail fisherman named Chris White. One of our favorite trips was to leave the dock before day break and get out for an early morning sailfish bite. On this day the crew consisted of only the captain, me and one other angler. The nice thing about getting out early is that “you don’t miss anything” Chris told me as we as we left the bait patch that morning. We started out fair as we went one for a double within the first ten minuets of putting lines out, but we improved our average by 11 am after releasing 14 sails and going through all of our live bait. With fishing like this there was no question among us as to weather we would go back to the bait patch and get more bait. After a short while we were back at it with full wells. Fishing started a bit slow when we got back out as we sat for almost two hours without a bite, but as with all offshore fishing the action can change in an instant. We hooked into a quad (4 sails at once) and between the three of us we managed to keep them under control and released three and were able to focus on the last of the four. The only problem was that the nut under the spool had come loose on the reel thus allowing the rotor to lock the spool tight when not being centered by hand. There were a few times when the fish came close to breaking us off, but with some fine boat handling and good communication we managed to get the release. Over the next few hours we picked at a few more fish including one that sounded and we had to fight for over an hour. Now up to twenty releases and the sun setting we all knew that one more fish would make or break us because the Ocean Reef Club record for single day sail fish releases was 20…one more and it would be ours! As the light dwindled we set out our last two baits out waited…excited, Chris cries out “there he is on the right long” as the fish bills the bait and sucks it down. As fast as he ate he was gone and our hearts sank into the bilge of the boat. But as the day would have it that fish swam over to our last bait and this time we hooked him solid. I don’t think that the Fantasy had ever been run so hard in reverse as the water poured over the transom. “Releases” I yelled as I grabbed the leader to release the fish. What a day indeed, we ended up going 21 for 26 and pinning those flags up and down both riggers never felt so good. To hear more tails of whoppers and mishaps give me a call and let’s put together a fishing trip and until then “catch em up”!

December: Win or Lose – Tarpon Fishing

For some reason most of my fishing mishaps have something to do with a tarpon. These guys are so unpredictable that you never know what’s going to happen. One of my favorite things to do used to be catching juvenile tarpon out of the South Florida canals from my canoe. It was a simple enough process, I would paddle along until I saw a fish roll and pitch a bait on the swirl; most of the time the bite would soon follow. On this particular day I was fishing with my brand new Abu Garcia bait casting combo that I had finally saved the money to purchase and I was ready for action. It didn’t take long to find my first fish. I eased into position and placed the perfect cast just after the fish gave away his position. With a quick bite I wound tight and jabbed back to set the hook. “Game on” I though as the 15 pound fish screamed across the canal and came up for a head shake. No sooner than I thought that I had the upper hand the fish turned and came right for the boat and with one leap cleared the canoes low freeboard and flopped right onto the deck! This was not how I saw this whole thing playing out, but in the excitement I managed to flip the canoe and both the fish and I went overboard. It all happened so fast that I still see it as a blur, but what I do remember is seeing fishing rod sinking slowly, but well within reach. As I grabbed for it the fish came tight and took off, taking my brand new combo with him. Chalk one up for the fish! I had to paddle back with no fish, no rod, and sopping wet in the middle of winter, but what can you do; that’s fishing. To hear more tails of whoppers and mishaps give me a call and let’s put together a fishing trip and until then “catch em up”!