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Just got back from a combo sightseeing/Redfishing trip to Lousiana. First couple of days was spent seeing New Orleans and being a tourist. Interesting place with lots of history. Bourbon street was kind of dirty so we did not stay very long in that part. If you like sweets, having a Beignet is for you. Piping hot out of the deep fryer loaded with powdered sugar. If you find yourself in NOLA ever, go see the WW II Museum. Lots to see and read about and very well done in my opinion. Swamp Tours were fun, informative and educational. Interesting to see the ecosystem and how the natives live and co-exist with nature down there.
Now for the fishing. Things did not look good( usual for late October) because of all the rains they had in August upstream on the might Miss. Water was high and off color and the fish were not dispersed like they usually are leading to a lot of searching. Everybody including the guide stated it had been challenging, but there were fish to be had. Went out with a guide named Captain Cash Moody. He knew the water and the techniques. The kind of guy that needed to feel you out a little bit first. ( as in, can this guy cast or is he full of B.S.) He just wants you to be honest. If you can't cast 40 feet, then tell him kind of thing. Anyway, with Dolphins all around on the first morning, we managed to find some Jacks busting bait. These were not just little guys. They were fish between 20 and 30 LBS feeding with reckless abandon. Using a 10 weight, I managed to hook one that was full of saltwater gusto and proceeded to take me into my backing 11 times because although my drag was set fairly tight, the golden rule is that you never adjust it while fighting a fish right. You pray that your backing knot will hold and that nothing goes wrong at the most critical moment. Which, of course, it did. Under the boat, hung up briefly on part of the prop that was out of the water and getting free from the guide. The kind of things that have your knees shaking. 1 hour later, we managed to tail it. Had to take a break as it wore me out. 22lbs on the Boca Grip. not 10 minutes later another Jack with a solid hook up. We managed some Reds the first day, small, but very high quality.
Day 2: Same conditions. Mid to upper 80's, high humidity. We launched at Hopedale and went a little further south to possibly some cleaner water. It worked and the Jacks and Reds were busting bait like you see on TV. So reckless, that you could pole right up to them within casting distance and hook up. The kind of stuff flyfishing dreams are made of and only happens to other people seemingly. Hooked nice 22 LB RED and then a 22 LB Jack. Amazing how quickly these fish rip through the surface in harmony with Reds and Dolphins and re-appear 100 Yards away. We found another bait ball and hooked into a fast moving Jack on a Pole Dancer. I looked down in horror to see my fly line in a figure eight around the rod handle. Too late. the fish was running at warp speed and broke off 30 LB test. Shit!! Switched rods to one geared up with a Redfish fly and watched a Redfish of sizable proportions proceeded to flare his gills and go for the eat. WOW!! To watch the eat was incredible. We managed then to find a school of Black Drum and managed to hook and land one that was 30LBS. Once the tide changed about the 7 hour mark, the fishing really dropped off, so we called it a day.
Summary: Cancelled the 3rd day due to a north wind. 2 days of tough water conditions with some very quality fish landed. Not quantity this time. These are in order.
I apologize for the first couple of pictures. Click on the JPG link to turn around. I have not quite figured out why my MAcBook is doing this.
Anyway, I have to say that I am now addicted to fishing for Jacks. Incredible power pound for pound where you just have to battle it out with predatory fish.
Enjoy!!
Now for the fishing. Things did not look good( usual for late October) because of all the rains they had in August upstream on the might Miss. Water was high and off color and the fish were not dispersed like they usually are leading to a lot of searching. Everybody including the guide stated it had been challenging, but there were fish to be had. Went out with a guide named Captain Cash Moody. He knew the water and the techniques. The kind of guy that needed to feel you out a little bit first. ( as in, can this guy cast or is he full of B.S.) He just wants you to be honest. If you can't cast 40 feet, then tell him kind of thing. Anyway, with Dolphins all around on the first morning, we managed to find some Jacks busting bait. These were not just little guys. They were fish between 20 and 30 LBS feeding with reckless abandon. Using a 10 weight, I managed to hook one that was full of saltwater gusto and proceeded to take me into my backing 11 times because although my drag was set fairly tight, the golden rule is that you never adjust it while fighting a fish right. You pray that your backing knot will hold and that nothing goes wrong at the most critical moment. Which, of course, it did. Under the boat, hung up briefly on part of the prop that was out of the water and getting free from the guide. The kind of things that have your knees shaking. 1 hour later, we managed to tail it. Had to take a break as it wore me out. 22lbs on the Boca Grip. not 10 minutes later another Jack with a solid hook up. We managed some Reds the first day, small, but very high quality.
Day 2: Same conditions. Mid to upper 80's, high humidity. We launched at Hopedale and went a little further south to possibly some cleaner water. It worked and the Jacks and Reds were busting bait like you see on TV. So reckless, that you could pole right up to them within casting distance and hook up. The kind of stuff flyfishing dreams are made of and only happens to other people seemingly. Hooked nice 22 LB RED and then a 22 LB Jack. Amazing how quickly these fish rip through the surface in harmony with Reds and Dolphins and re-appear 100 Yards away. We found another bait ball and hooked into a fast moving Jack on a Pole Dancer. I looked down in horror to see my fly line in a figure eight around the rod handle. Too late. the fish was running at warp speed and broke off 30 LB test. Shit!! Switched rods to one geared up with a Redfish fly and watched a Redfish of sizable proportions proceeded to flare his gills and go for the eat. WOW!! To watch the eat was incredible. We managed then to find a school of Black Drum and managed to hook and land one that was 30LBS. Once the tide changed about the 7 hour mark, the fishing really dropped off, so we called it a day.
Summary: Cancelled the 3rd day due to a north wind. 2 days of tough water conditions with some very quality fish landed. Not quantity this time. These are in order.
I apologize for the first couple of pictures. Click on the JPG link to turn around. I have not quite figured out why my MAcBook is doing this.
Anyway, I have to say that I am now addicted to fishing for Jacks. Incredible power pound for pound where you just have to battle it out with predatory fish.
Enjoy!!