Monday, October 31, 2011


I was up at 5am. I turned on the weather radio and the laptop to do a weather check......but did I really have too?  Not really. Being just a mile from the river and close to the open marsh land, I could hear the wind whistling through the trees, inside the house. And then I stepped outside......"holy moses, this is some BIG wind." 

The weather guessers got this right for sure. When giant oaks are blowing around, there is no doubt. This is a windy day.

I had Tom and his girlfriend booked for a week now. I told Tom who had ONE day to fish, "I have a feeling Sunday is gonna be bad." 

As I talked to him on the phone on Saturday afternoon, I said. "I have a plan for us. I've been holding on to a spot jus' for this kind of occasion....astronomically high tide with the New moon, and a gusting gale force N.E. wind. So pack your wind breakers, your gonna need it."

I pulled into the boat ramp at 8am, and right behind me was Tom and Sue........over a 1/2 hour early!!!  Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Ready to go, and dressed for success. The winds brought some cooler air along with it. And that's one thing I'll never complain about.

Tom's fished before, but Sue has never fished or even caught a fish. And what a day to be a "FIRST-TIMER".  We ran down river and like usual, I was putting all my marbles in one sack. This area I was heading too, had to work. We didn't have all that many alternatives. And it was mandatory, Sue had to have FUN, and catch her first fish.

Float-rigging live shrimp, over shallow shell bars, out of the major wind, as the tide rises. This was the plan.

And it worked!!

Tom caught the first Trout a 1/2 inch short of legal. But it was a start.

It wasn't like the action was "wackin & stackin" them, with Instantaneous Gratification. But soon after Sue caught her first ever fish, on her first ever fishing trip!

We worked two areas no deeper than 3 feet, with "pegged" Float-rigs. And started putting all legal Specks in the box, a throw back thin Flounder, and Sue even caught a decent Croaker on her float.

My crew was on a road-trip from S. Florida, heading back home to Nebraska. So the plan was to "fuel-up" on Fresh Fried Trout cooked up at Singletons Seafood Shack, before hitting the road again. And that boring ride west on I-10, with the next stop Tallahassee, then New Orleans, before heading Northward.

The fish box started piling up with Trout, from 15 to 17".  "Better than a sharp stick in the eye", I always say! I was just so glad to see a plan come together, especially in these conditions. We stayed out of the major wind, but still keeping the boat from pulling and dragging the anchor was a chore.

I could not believe we didn't catch the first Redbass! I didn't care if it would be just a 16" pupper. Just wanted Tom to see one at least. I've caught them before on lures in this exact spot. Bait was everywhere, glass minnows, small mullet, birds diving....but no Reds.

The fish went from biting pretty good to an all out shut down at the high point of the tide, with us still trying it wasn't like making a major move to another area made any sense. So we stayed at it for another hour, and then said, "Let's go, and clean up dinner." 

With two limits in the fish box, my crew had the making for a good fish fry at Singletons. The wind never really let off the whole day. And you wouldn't believe the number of boats that were out. I guess with it being a Sunday, the Monday to Friday work force just doesn't care. They're going anyhow.  Kind of like I have too.....but then again, NOT.

As I write this report, it's 7am on Monday morning and it's now raining pretty hard. Surprised I'm not booked with a crew that has just Monday as a day to fish, and I'm not heading out in it.

Guess, I'm catching a break?  hahahahahaha

(Have float-rigs, will travel. Now that I have a newer more powerful truck to pull my boat and not even feel it back behind me. I'll be heading north-ward to fish soon. R&D a completely different area, jus for fun. So stand by for pics and video.) 

Saturday, October 29, 2011

What the heck....????

Can some one e-mail me if something is going on during SATURDAY Nov. 5th?

I have a morning charter, "kids trip".

So, I don't have any time availible till, at least 11-12am. I knew when I booked this two hr. charter that I'd get $500 days calling me. It's my luck, a-l-w-a-y-s.

I have had no less than (6) inquiries for THE 5TH of NOVEMBER.
It's like the only date the entire month, anyone wants to go fishing!

I have a feeling I'm lost, or not in touch with reality. Is there something I'm missing??

Right when you think you have the "general public" sort of figured out, you figure out that you really don't know anything.

SIX inquiries in 2 days for the same Saturday. Holy Crap.


I'm booked for Sunday October 30th.

Here's the lovely forecast:


Here's the lovely tide:

 6+ FEET at high tide at: 1:00 pm

Believe I'll try an old Fall Fishing Technique and see if it works.
Mill Cove:  rising tide, hiding out of the wind, clicker-corks and live shrimp, float-rigs and live shrimp.

Add 20 kt. NE wind on top of a 6+ foot tide, I'll be able to go about anywhere up in the cove, there will be so much water!!!!

Last time it was cool, windy and Oct. 30th I had Wayne Smith and family aboard my SeaChaser bay boat "the Hooligan" and we had 100 fish in 6 hrs. Trout, Sheepshead, Drum, Reds, and Flounder. Popping corks and 1/8th oz. jigs along shell bars.
That was back in 2004, though. And Wayne and family were recently back from Lafitte La. where they caught 700+ fish in two days. So they were HIGHLY SKILLED ANGLERS.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

10/24 thru 10/27.....where to start?

On Monday the 24th, I had good customer Mike H. his Dad and his bother in-law, John.  It was a beautiful day. A real "bluebird". But with WIND.

I usually mix up some float-rig fishing and bottom bumping with Mike and crew. We started at some seriously good fall Trout spots that used to produce this time of year.

Well, spot #1 was a complete BOMB. Gary hooked a bluefish. But the tide would be high very shortly, so as they float-rigged the window was mighty short.

The next spot is an "ALL TIME FAVORITE", and is one of them spots that has produced really good Trout action for year......except for the last few. But since it's a high tide spot, I try it.

We caught some Trout, but the action wasn't to die for and neither wre the size of the trout. They were okay keepers, but I still had to measure them. Six were small 14 inchers and we left with two in the fish box.

Next spot......"oh how I've wacked and stacked big fat 20-25 inchers here".  But the tide just started to flow and the current wasn't really optimum. But we were here, and passing by, so why not try it.  The guys started working the spot. Mike's float goes down, he has a real rod throbber on and as he's bringing it in, it comes off the hook.

Always a tough break. Bait stealers rule this spot, unless the Trout are thick. And they were eating their fair share of baits. I gave it a try on Johns rod as he ate a sandwich and on my very first drift of the float I nailed a decent 17" Trout.

Three in the B-O-X.

Time to move on. I was talking up the monster Croakers in a certain spot. Telling Mike and crew about the fast action and addictive nature of the 12-16 inch Croak's I've been catching, last week. With Friday the 21st being the hottest day. Seeing that the first Croaker to come to the boat was a 16 INCHER, on the first cast!

Well, I guess I talked it up too much. Oh we caught plenty of Croak's on the spot. But they weren't all that large, and the action was 1/2 as slow. We kept the largest and as we left for the dock I was reminded that some day, some where, I'll fish some place where the fishing is consistant. I was reminded that every day is completely different. No matter how hard I try to make days the same.

Tuesday 10/25

4am on Tuesday the 25th, I was up after almost no sleep. I was up and ready for a long journey extra early so to pick up my dad at 5am and head to North Carolina.  To go get my "new to me" 2008 Dodge Ram 2500 Cummins turbo diesel Truck.

I had a 7 hr. ride in front of me, and a 7 hr. ride back. Dad was chief navigator with his GPS in his lap the whole ride.

And now, I can't even feel my boat behind my new truck. The power is out of this world. And we even got 20+ mpg on the way home, and I didn't do much under 85 mph all the way back south. Compared to my old 1995 Ford "gas" F-250 that may have gotten 10-12 mpg, on the highway.  (pulling nothin')

Thursday 10/27

I had Troy and little 4 year old Jake his son, out for one of my 2 hour "KIDS TRIPS" today. We departed at 9 and fished till 11am.
Little Jake caught Croakers, Bank bass, Seabass, and Pinners. And loved every minute of it!

His first Croaker was his very first saltwater fish. We kept a few fish for a fish sandwich that dad would make for him, so he could re-live his big morning out on the river.

My 2 hour kids trips are really popular. So popular, I have a whole family next week with two around 6 years old.
It's a short day for the young ones, to just get a taste of what we do out there. Kids, 4-8 I believe can't do or even if they can do a 6+ hour day, really shouldn't unless Dad is taking 100% care of them, aka: fishing for them.

It's all about attention span, tackle handling and if it's hard for adults to feel the bottom on a falling tide, no 4-9 year old is going to know when they hit the bottom either. Plus my tackle is usually messed up pretty bad, if they even try.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

10/22 - Ding, Ding...drop'em!

Today was my last day of "party boating" it this week. Had a crew of four people, again. So I kept it simple. Had Phil P. his friend Rick, his son Ricky, daughter Katrina. Mostly all fresh water experienced.

First thing we headed for the jetties. I really would love to get on some Black Drum again. The tide wasn't right exactly yet. But I got them all going bottom fishing with shrimp. Of course, the fish caught were small Croakers.....they're everywhere!
So I tried fiddler crabs, and then cut Croakers trying to get anything but a Croaker. The wind wasn't nearly as light as I'd have liked it. We bobbed around and then finally the tide started to push. Not really the time of the tide, when I have caught Drum. But I continued trying.

The anchor broke free, so I took that as a "here's yer sign", and we headed up river to a spot where the reds were supossed to be thick. We were early on the tide of course, "everything happens on that last of the falling, huh?" But I tried it. The problem was there were 25 "LBA's" with rods lined up and chunking lead right at us. I did see a trout and a over sized Redbass caught from the bank right in from where I was anchored, I ended up moving out deeper. Along the channel edge. Oh.....LBA stands for Land Based Anglers. So we tried our luck as the tide screamed along. I had crew members sitting, and laying up on the bow, leaving just Phil and I in the stern watching the two lines I had out while the rods were in the rod holders. thing I have definitely learned this week with all my 4 passenger trips. "Baiting and Waiting" for big reds can be really boring for many. The baits just got nibbled by Croakers anyhow, so we picked up and headed to CROAKER CENTRAL, again.

For the 3rd time this week!

ACTION, ACTION,ACTION, is the name of the game when I have "non-die-hard-anglers" aboard. And even, sometimes with die-hards too. Just depends. We pulled up on the spot and of course being a Saturday it was covered up with other boats. Were they slammin the Big Croakers?  NOPE!  But we were going too!

And in a matter of minutes, I had all four crew members up and fishing like mad, setting the hooks on nice sized Croak's, just like yesterday. Of course, yesterday's crew were a bit more versed in fishing, but even so, today we still had some really nice fish.
Boxing about 25 of the largest, we headed back as the tide slowed. I had an hour of fish cleaning to do. And the crew was hungry for a fish fry or something...anything. They traveled light, just drinks. No food....Jus' Fishin'. Phil told me.

Turns out Phil thought we were out for only a 1/2 day, 4 hour charter. I don't know how all that came to be. I do 6 hrs. trips.  If ya want to only fish for four, it's your option.  Phil quickly opted for the 6 hrs. and said, "heck yeah, that's always better let's fish more".  

It was again a cool morning with a beautiful afternoon. There's NOTHING BETTER, than the fall months in N.E. Florida. Clear Blue Skies, and crisp.

And it looks like we're back to normal as I remember it. COOL & COMFORTABLE, by Halloween. Unlike the last couple Halloween's it was 90+ degrees. I hate that.  So it looks like we're back in the swing of things, the way we expect it.
Weather fact: Today in J-ville, we matched an all time low of 39 degrees. Matching a low of 39, back in 1976.

BRING A HOODED SWEATSHIRT. It's a normal fall in J-ville again. And I'm loving it. "No Mo' Sweatin'"


Monday and Thursday, pre-booked in advance.

Friday, October 21, 2011

10/21 - Catchin' Mania!

Had a 3 boat, three passengers per boat, wedding party today. I had the groom, the best man and another buddy. And we sure had
F-U-N !

The breeze was up still, this morning. I almost headed to the jetty rocks. But instead opted to hang in the river to see what the rest of the morning would bring. We started around the ICW/River intersection, trying two spots with out much action. So I headed to the Croaker hole. Yesterday, my four guys had so much fun pulling in two coolers full of nice Croaks. So I asked my crew were they into fast action and lots of fish.  The answer was a resounding.......YES!

We pulled up, I dropped the anchor. Told them where to pitch their "drop-shot" rigs and it was "IG" - Instantaneous Gratification.
Game on, the first Croak was a huge one. Right off the bat. From here on the guys were hooked.

They were out for a fun day of fishing. Keeping fish was not important. They had wedding stuff to do after the fishing trip. Unlike yesterday where my guys kept every Croak that hit the deck.

But, for "Good Luck", I dropped that fat Croaker in the fish box. Thinking, this was a fluke. We aren't gonna catch that many this size.


Every three Croakers, was a big fattie.  And those small dinky Croaks weren't even part of our catch today.

So as we kept slammin' the hook to the fast biting Croak's. The more Capt Dave tossed into the good ole fish box. I told them, "If ya'll don't want these fatties, I'll take 'em".

As we burned threw the first 2 pound tub of fresh dead shrimp, and a handfull of livies. We decided to go and try our hand at catchin' a big monster Redbass. I was really close to a decent spot. So we pulled up, re-rigged and I sent down two chunks of a fresh Mullet caught at the ramp this morning, pinned to 7/0 circle hooks.

The guys asked......."Is this it?" I asked, "what do ya mean?"  "Is this how you fish for big Reds?"  I said, "Yeah, it's bait-n-wait. When that rod doubles over the shape of a horse shoe, FISH-ON!"

The bait-n wait fishing lasted maybe 3o minutes, and they wanted to go back and catch more Croakers. I had a feeling they became addicted. It happens to everyone, even me.  The action can be so fast, and the BIG Croak's can be addictive. Just like big silver beach Whiting. One after another, is hard to beat.

Croakers, the inshore B-liner. That's what B-liners (Vermillion Snapper) offshore can be. They don't have to be huge fish, because the action get's everyone totally addicted. I remember back when I used to bottom fish (hook and line) commercially with a ole buddy of mine. Double heading B-liners was bettter than sex, back then. Especially when each b-liner was a $5.00 bill when sold to the fish house. But even without a bounty on them, they were still plain ole good fun.

That's what fattie Croakers are like in the river....."in my book."

We fished till the last minute. The other two boats were back and off loaded their crews, and we came strolling up to the dock and everyone was gone, already.

That's addiction. The groom had places to be and things to do, and didn't want to quit. Can a Croaker keep a man from getting married? Probably not. But they almost can. Especially the big ones on Light Tackle, bending rods, pulling a little drag.

It was a beautiful day, warmed up real nice, with the winds dieing completely out by 10am.

Have a large group event coming up?

Don't hestitate to have your group out for a day of fishing. I can accomadate 16 people and 3-4 boats, with at least 30-45 days lead time.


4 passengers tomarrow, then two or three Monday. Then Tuesday, off to N.C. to pick up my new Dodge 3/4 ton truck with the Cummins Turbo diesel engine. Looking forward to pulling the JETTYWOLF, with serious power ahead of it.  

Thursday, October 20, 2011

10/20 - THE "BOX"

Had Milton A. and his 3 brothers today. Been trying to get them out since Tuesday. Coming all the way down from Ohio to just fish had me saying, "we're going on's the only day I have."

So this morning in the dark at the boat ramp at 7am, the wind was howling, and it was really cold. The cold which is VERY welcome by me, was the second day of the year so far that had me even saying...."Damn, that's some cold wind."

I didn't even put the boat in the water as I usually do. I waited for the guys to show first. They hemm & haww'd but when it came down to it, they said lets go fishing. That's why we're here.

The wind was kickin hard, but we were able to fish around various spots. But I had to find big time "ACTION" to satisfy these four guys. They weren't here for "sport fishing". They wanted fish IN THE BOX!

The third spot was the ticket. The Croakers were chewing like PIRANHA.  Big ones, small ones, medium ones. I ran around the boat, taking fish off hooks, asking "is this a keeper", and the answer was yes 99% of the time, and the fish went into the box.


We finally went and made a move, attempting to get out of the wind and find other species. And what did we get into?


This spot was thicker than the last. The fish box was almost full, with just chunks of block ice in it. The Croaks were obviously addictive. "Which they are..."

The guys caught well over 100. Probably 200, but then again probably over 200 of them, as I think about it.

The "BOX", was runeth over!

We couldn't fish some places because the wind was so bad. So when handed Lemons. Make Lemonade!

And we did. I had a blast with Milton and his 3 brothers, we did alot of laughing today. Which made the day enjoyable, even though the weather was'nt, all that funny.  I believe I have wind burn, not sun burn!

Next up:  Friday - wedding party 3 boats, 3 persons per boat.  Saturday-another 4 person river trip, Monday-probably 2 person river trip.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

10/17 - DE-VOID, how??

Had Jerry C. aboard today........I got lucky twice in a week, with TWO solo anglers. I love it. It's a nice break from being a "river party boat".

First thing we did as the last of the falling tide fell. Made a b-line to the jetties, anchored up and looked for DRUM BITES.
There was NO wind, the sky was clear, and it was a beautiful morning.

All we could muster was Croaker bites. But at this exact tide is when we should be getting a few Drum.
So as the tide changed and with no bites other than Croaks, we went float-rig fishing. I had to teach Jerry about each endevour. From bottom fishing to float-rig fishing, to tackle handling. Which took time.

We float-rigged and float-rigged. Yes, I fished hard too... and to quote my own dad which he always says, "Dave if you're not catching, how am I supposed too?"

Dad is right. I have the know how, the experience etc. so if I'm fishing along with you and I don't get bit, there's a "here's yer sign" thang going on.

Well, that's what happened. All I caught was lil' crappy rock blennies!

Well, this was a genuine smack in the face. So with the rising tide still pushing. Jerry and I pulled away from the rocks a bit and got into some good current and we fished live finger mullet behind the boat along the rocks.

Usually a good position to be in, all we had was Bluefish eating our baits, and caught one. Then the rod closest to the rocks bent over......

Jerry reeled in a KEEPER REDBASS!!!!!!
That has to be the first keeper red I've had some one catch in what seems like months. At 26-1/2" it joined a dozen or so barely keeper Croakers that we tossed in the box.

Amazingly, the jetties were just dead. And getting not a single bite while float-rigging along the rocks was totally amazing.
Bazzaro world never seems to amaze me. 

We didn't wast time making long runs. We kept our baits in the water. Out of a 6 hr day, our baits were probably in the water 5-1/2 hrs!


I was supposed to be back to "party boating". Had 4 guys come down all the way from Ohio. at 6am it was raining hard. The forecast is bad with winds, and we were really supposed to fish Wednesday. But re-scheduled up to today.

Wedenesday's forecast is MALAVENT......gusts to gale force predicted.

Here's why:

See those two storms?
They're gonna "clash", and that's what's going to bring gale force winds on Wednesday.

And up to 20 kts today with on and off rains.

I have Thursday to maybe get these guys out from Ohio, still. Then booked and back to the river/jetties Friday, Saturday, Monday.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

10/15 - No love for ""that"" current!

Had Beth V and her mom and boyfriend aboard today. After feeling the really stiff wind as we arrived at the jetties, I discarded all attempts to float-rig fish. And instead we anchored up and used the 10 dozen live shrimp I had brought for bottom bait.
They wanted "KEEPER FISH". Were not interested in any "sporty" stuff.

First problem, and continued the whole day was the current. Out the three of them, they couldn't hold bottom or feel much of a bite. Yes as the tide poured in between the jetty rocks, it was tough. The gusty due North winds I'm sure had alot to do with that.

So we kept bumping up the sinker weight till we were at 6 ounces....any more than that would then put us in the world of "ludicris" bottom fishing. That's so much what the St. Johns River is.  Sure glad I brought the heavier tackle!

After a few Whiting and Yellowmouth, I headed in the river and searched and searched for a place that would allow lighter weights, and just keeper fish opportunities. But the river was a zoo of boats, traffic and passing ships, in and around the Mayport hub.

I'd never see the water push so hard over what remains of the little Jetties. It looked like something from a real river out west, during flood conditions.

We ended up with just more Croakers all small, and I kept thinking about my ole saying...."North-Northeast winds 15+kts + incoming tide = Kiss 'O Death."  And damn if I wasn't right from the get go.

It wasn't anyones fault that my crew was struggling. These were tough conditions. And the number one thing for fresh water fishing people to learn and adpt to very very quickly is, feeling the bottom while fishing our extreme current.

 All we could do is wait it out.....But in the mean-time it meant Dave pulling a 55 pound anchor into the boat WAY too many times. Believe me, I'm feeling it right now.

We ended up back at the jetties and using only a 3 ounce weight all was perfection. The wind laid down, and all was good.
We should have been hammering the Black Drum, or at least getting bit more frequently (in between lots of croakers) but something was off. While only getting a few.

Next up:

Monday..."solo angler"

Then as the winds build,

Tuesday a 4pak.

Wednesday, here comes BIG WIND again.

Friday a wedding party, with 2- boat charter.

Friday, October 14, 2011


Had me a "solo" angler today. Mike S. Over worked, and ready for some fishing action. I was really sceptical about what would happen, since it was days since I've been out because of the latest Nor'easter that passed with lots of rain, huge seas and 25kt winds.

But since we don't get any tropical storms, or even a brushing by hurricane anymore which are usually the "kick in the groin" that this area......I mean river, needs to rocket us into a different season. Sending the dreaded summer water temps, heat, and stagnentcy away while ushering in "genuine fall."

I'll even take another Nor'easter, just as back up if that what it takes to insure that summer is gone for good!

I had a buddy, who was out in the rain, wind and over cast on and off skies, last week just before the really bad winds came, and he had a banner day hiding out, in the shallow creeks. He said, "Dave, it was incredible. The fish were on the serious feed bag!"

So, today I was hoping for the same. But, in the big water of the river. Now that all was clear, with light winds, sunny skies, and flat calm waters.  This trip with Mike was scheduled, then re-scheduled, then re-scheduled again, and then today we finally made it.

Feeling like a "river fishing party boat" most of the time. Today, having just one passionate light tackle angler aboard had me really excited!!

It was the full moon, I'm usually suspect of the wacky tides that the moon produces. I wasn't worried, because I still have the NEW MOON tides at the end of this month to look forward too. THAT'S WHEN THE KILLER CURRENT COMES, VIA 6+++ FOOT TIDES! So, today will be nothing in comparison.

Mike was early. I like that. And I had a live-well filled with very sprightly shrimp. No chasing finger mullet, throwing the cast net, wasting any time....I'm over all that!  Armed with my "float-rig" rods, and a few light casting rods we headed out at first light.

First spot, the current was strong. But gave Mike a really good chance to get the "knack" of fishing the float-rigs for the first time. It's always easier to learn, when the currents moving  good versus hardly moving. We didn't get any bites at first. But as the tide slowed a bit, and I re-anchored on the spot, it was GO-TIME.  Quickly came 12 Speckled Trout up to 19". And in a short time, I was counting a limit of 10 in the fish box.

Of course, I related to Mike that if I was to only catch Speckled Trout on a float the rest of my fishing life, I'd die a happy fisherman...."which ain't gonna happen around here by any stretch of the imagination." I'll have to move to Louisiana to make that life-long dream come true. But as long as we're "Boxing" some fatties here, I'm happy!

Mike was happy too, as he was excited about all the "good fried fish dinners" he'll have.

After "boxing" our limits of Trout, we ran back to the boat ramp for a pit-stop then I looked for a spot to possibly catch a keeper Redbass on the float-rigs. By now the tide was  good and high, the current was slower. We didn't score.

So it was time to anchor up and bottom fish for some Reds or Drum, just as the current started on the bottom of the river. I pulled out the light bottom rods, rigged up with my newest bottom rig. Fresh water fisherman would call it a "drop-shot" rig. Originally, I used it for just Croakers and Drum on a few velcro like bottom in the river, where a hook can't touch the bottom or it gets snagged. But I have found that the rig works all over the place, because it gets your bait off the bottom.

We weren't fishing very long as the first push of ebbing tide started when Mike gets to feel a nice puller......

It's funny how Black Drum are. If you miss them initially, they'll come back! Mike had a rod tip pulled toward the water, actually missing the initial bite. And that happened a few times in the next few hours. And the "bite" returned moments later.

This happened several times. While loosing a few really big fish in the proccess. But it was okay because the fish box was looking pretty good already, with some beautiful Trout.
Gotta love that "tug 'o war" though. And it's always better on the lighter tackle.

Ya can't catch'em all, that's for sure. Or what would make ya come back next time?? It's FISHIN', not always just catchin'. And as the tide got half way out, is when we started to experience the FULL MOON tide. The current went from manageable on the light rigs, to "where the heck is the bottom??"

Mike was tired after working some crazy shifts at work. So as the afternoon winds picked up we headed back to clean the catch.
Mike left out headed for a nap, with a big bag of fresh Trout and Black Drum fillets.

Thanks to that Nor'easter, which we so badly needed. I believe, we're definately now into the genuine "FALL" fishing season.
The surface water temp was 74 degrees on my machine.

Yes, we caught some Croakers, a few Seabass but while float-rig fishing for the Trout, recieved really not much harrassment from bait stealers. Which was a RELIEF!

I believe it's GO-TIME, folks. It's the JETTYWOLF's time of year. 

Have my trusty float-rigs....will travel!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011


That was a wonderfully B-O-R-I-N-G five days.....

If ya missed it, it's been blowing 25 knots and raining here in J-ville, since last week.

I'm certainly ready to get back at it.

The sun's back out, the wind's backed off, and the A/C is back on in the house.

So, that means we're back to normal around here.'s supposed to mean. GO-TIME!


Wednesday, October 5, 2011

10/4 - Where oh, where?

Well, the "guess my location" challenge from my last post wasn't all that hard to guess.......I suppose. The first two commentors and only commentors, got it right, with one a bit more detailed then the other.

To see, CLICK, here.  Go to bottom of report. Chris Coleman nailed it in detail. Tom (last name withheld) backed him up.

I may have to to try this again, and work on a harder "place to guess" via just a simple video shot.

Was out yesterday, with a great crew. Chad and his son Andrew from Illinois. Andrew, 17 was a fisherman. He picked up my Shimano Citica's and had no problem pitchin and flipping the "hard earned" finger Mullet, that took awhile to capture. His Dad and I also worked hard using the Mullet, around rock piles in search of a Flounder or Redbass.............WITHOUT a single bite on them. This is now two times in two weeks that I spent alot of time and effort getting a brimming livewell full of perfect sized Mullet and used them up and down the river, in search of a keeper sized or near keeper size Redbass, in hopes of stumbling into some Flounder. And came out the other side, extremely disappointed.

It's absolutely amazing, how three lines can bump perfect finger Mullet along edges and rocks and never get a single fish! While also fighting the tide/current, as an added bonus to the frustration.

At the bottom of the tide, I gave up. And went and fished fresh steaks of big Mullet on the bottom, with the heavy tackle and Andrew caught ONE of these:

A 25 pound, 39 spot Redbass. But still, back home he's caught larger Catfish! I  wanting him to catch a monster....a 45 pounder. Or at least a bunch of 20's!!!!!

But seeing we caught the fish just as the current slowed, and the N.E. breeze started swing the boat around. We'd have to try later. So I picked up and we hit a few more spots as the wind started to really kick. Back using the finger Mullet again.

Still, the Mullet brought NO bites at all.......I want us to C-A-T-C-H, so we gave up on the Mullet once again and busted out the dead shrimp and pulled into a bit deeper water, on a 6'drop, hard bottom, lime rock ledge, that was really close by. On my 12" Raymarine screen, it looks just like a ledge offshore. I re-anchored and we baited up with shrimp and it was an all out CROAKER-FEST.

Yep, once again. I had to resort to Croaks to break the spell of the St. Johns. Andrew started smiling again. Slam dunking one after another, as we boxed a dozen large enough to keep. I took a live mullet from the well again added a heavier lead, and chucked it out on a circle hook in the 45 feet of water, along the channel edge.

As our flooding current started to really move, it swung the boat off the Croaks so Chad and Andrew had to cast ahead of the boat to continue to hook'em. Nothing but Croaks, no yellowmouths, no Drum, nothing else.

And not a single taker in the deep water on the Mullet.  So I tried a tiny live Croaker on one rod and a Mullet steak on another, and was back up to 8 ounces to hold the bottom as the tide flooded in.

It began to get harder and harder to hit the bottom and catch the Croaks in front of the boat, so we sat waiting on another big Red to eat the circle hooked baits in the deep water........but we never had a bite!


Where were all these big Spawning Redbass?

Is this another year where if ya get 5 in a day you're killing them?  I told the guys, I remember days years ago, when all ya needed was some Mullet, or Pogies, alive or cut to catch 20-40 on a tide.

The current was really flowing  being pushed along, as the 15kt. wind blew from the N.E. So we packed it in and headed for the dock.

(you guess why) I'm going back to Float-rig fishing from now on. It's getting into the season again anyhow. I'm tired of hunting finger Mullet, and tired of sitting in current that takes 8-10 ounces to hit the bottom. My patience as I get older is wearing thinner.
At least when we float-rig fish, people are constantly staying busy, working their float. And it will "GET-BIT".

After today, I guess you can say I was inspired by a phone call I got yesterday. From my winter fishing partner Doc Miller, who summer's in North Carolina. He called me to say he'll be late getting back to Jax this fall, because he had a hip replacement...... "Doc, does that mean you're getting old?"  And even though we did almost more Drum fishing than Trout fishing last year.  Doc Miller is a total Float Freak, like me. Looking forward to the bone chilling cold winter weekdays out with Doc. When no one is around, because it's supposedly...too cold, and to us, it's "jus right".


BTW, if ya have some kite boarding to do
this is a great rest of the week for it:












Sunday, October 2, 2011



Let's see how sharp ya'll are. I know alot of you that come here are local fisherman. And right after I hit record on my Kodak Playsport camera today, I came up with the idea that readers can "guess" where I'm at in this short video, I did today.

 just CLICK HERE and up comes just this page, alone. At the bottom of the report is where you can add comments. And where you can add your location guess.I'm looking for a precise locale. If I get one, I'm thinking a prize may also be in order. I just don't know what yet.

Today, I just went out to enjoy the "COLD" air this morning. And let me tell ya...I was freezing as I rode the river as the sun peeked through at 7am.

But what a beautiful weekend! And another on Monday also.

Or as the National Weather Service says;

But, as of Wednesday...."here comes a BIG BLOW."

Took 2 pounds of dead shrimp and went and caught about 40 Croakers, keeping the best dozen. Which happened to be the largest. That's 24 fillets, for a starving fishing guide.

Yeah, I look like I've never missed a meal, I know. And why is that? Because I'm not picky.
I'll clean, fillet, and skin my 12" Croakers and have me a fish fry.

I love my fried fish sandwiches.