1/18 - "This Anglers code lingo"

I've had from time to time, emails asking what something I said in a fishing reports, actually means.  Here's my attempt to explain some of the "verbiage", that I use. I remember doing an article a long time ago in the Jacksonville Fisherman Magazine, about the same thing. But since then, my own vernacular has also expanded.....with age.

Recently, Chris M. a blog reader asked, "what is K.O.D. Dave?"

-Well, maybe you have to be someone fishing a given day and only that day, to come up with a saying like K.O.D. Chris. Ya know I don't pick the days. Other's do. And many times I know ahead of time what the given day will be like, because of the weather properties. And when I depart the dock and there's a due EAST blowin wind, and a high rising tide at the same time. I refer to this situation as a, K.O.D.  Defined as; KISS OF DEATH!   The hard East wind is tough enough to get away from in the Mayport area, let alone with the wind pushing a high tide in with it. And I know before we even depart the dock, "this is gonna be, kiss of death for the fishing."  

Chris' email gave me an idea. Why not go over some of my more common fishing code lingo.
Please remember. I'm a humorous kinda guy. I like to laugh at a alot of things. Rather than cry or get mad. So many of my terms that I'll discribe here, were either learned from others. Or ones that I came up with while playing wordsmith, for fun. Many are true Capt Dave original's though.

One of my favorite things in LIFE is an I.G. situation. As a fishing guide, I.G. is what I live for. I.G. makes my job easier. And as an angler myself, "all I ever want is I.G."  When you read in these reports, that we were in an I.G. situation, it means, "the anchor-line came tight on the first spot and the first cast, drift of the float, it was INSTANTANEOUS GRATIFICATION.  Fish-On!"

I hate the HUB. I only wish I could price charters to make it worth my while and my customer's while to get the hell outa the HUB, especially on holidays.  A Thesaurus will define a HUB as; A center of activity or interest; a focal point. And that's how I define it also. Where is the hub for a Mayport fisherman?  My definition of the HUB is: Tip of the Mayport Jetties, down river to the little jetties area, to included BOTH 'bogus' Manatee slow speed zones north & south.

Which brings me to my next definition of this Anglers code lingo. CAULDRON OF HELL. You may only here me discuss the cauldron if you're on the boat with me. Actually, I like the cauldron. But I'm wierd that way. Most don't. The cauldron of hell is at the Little Jetties at the cross of the ICW in the St. Johns River. When there's a big time full moon falling tide, pushing against a due East of even South East wind at 20 knots plus. This area of the river will chop up bigger than a water spout at the tip of the north jetty in February! Usually, it's at the end of a long fishing day as we head back from down river that I'll run into the cauldron. And I tell everyone to "hold on.....I'm throwin the Disney World ride in, for FREE!"  Because I'll lay on the throttle, and point the bow into it. We'll fly across the tops of the 4 foot folding white water chop as the ebb tide is bucked by the high easterly winds. You won't find a Carolina Skiff in the middle of all this enjoying the washboard thrill ride. But you'll find me there.

Let's throw in some fish species, to this Angler's code lingo:

- Brutus T.  or Brutus T. Redbass = Redfish, a big Redfish with a bad attitude. Usually because of light tackle.

















- 7 Striped Jetty Snapper = Sheepshead, usually a big female spawner.

- A T-REX TROUT = although rarely found in these parts. Inhabit places like TEXAS. Yes, Dinosaur sized Trout! (photo care of yatfish.com)

- A GATOR = Everyone has their own definition. But mine is a 6 to 10 pounder. A genuine GATOR TROUT. (can also be just a "T"-ROUT, "T" from Gator. It makes sense to me.)

- A King-pin = Is a Sheepshead that bit a few times, and ya finally caught the bastard on the float-rig. Not big enough to be a super sheeps of any kind, but just a larger version of a dang, Pinfish.


















Other fish & boating code names:
Azz Hander =  A fish to big for you to handle.
Jack Crevalle = Yellow Submarine, when it comes to big ones.
Barracuda = Snaggle Toothed Ledge Trout.....or SATAN of the sea.
"your hooked to a jetty rock!" = Granite Grouper
Small King Mackeral = Snake
King Mackeral in general = Slimey's
Spanish Mackeral = Spaniards
200 pound Jetty StingRay = Alien Hovercraft
Flounder = Flattie
Small Seabass = Sea Buscuits
Weakfish = Yellowmouths
Black Drum = Redfishes Ugly Cousin
Mangrove Snapper = MANGO'S
Dolphins/bottlenose = "Flipper's"
The guy in the bass boat that just drove over your lines = Beldar Conehead, also: "CONER"
Plate Alloy = what the Jettywolf boat is built from. Thick 5083 marine grade alloy.
Bank Fisherman = LBA's...Land Based Anglers.
Any small fish that ate your bait = Baitstealers, bait snatchers, shit fish.
Porcupine = Fountain boat owners
Cuban Penis extender = GO FAST boats with loud exhaust pipes in S. Fla. Driven by a old white haired cuban guy w/ five girls in thongs on the bow. Also known as: the Strip club owner.
Ghetto Cruiser = big space ship looking, non fishing boat, C.A.D. designed to have the largest possible wake at any speed.


Okay, let's talk some tackle.....

- A "FAIRY WAND". Well, it's a rod. And too light of a rod. Because you may loose a good fish using that fairy wand (used in a sentence) It's the rods that my Trout fishing buddy D.O.A. Rob uses, to toss his 1/4 oz.D.O.A. shrimp lures. Ya' know how most inshore rods will say on them, 10-20# line, 1/2 to 1-1/2 oz. Now that's a rod that'll put a bit of back bone into a battle with a big Redfish in 20 feet of water......at least to me. Rob uses a rod that says; 7' 2-6# line 1/32 to 3/16ths oz. THAT'S A FAIRY WAND! He certainly won't be using that rod at the jetties, and if he does, he'll get his azz handed to him.(you learned above what azz handed meant.) And Rob's also a proud Spinner user, too. See below for Spinner definition.

 - A "CORK".  The overall term for any float used while fishing. It could be made out of styrofoam, balsa wood, plastic, or foam. But it's still just a cork!

- A "STRAIGHT HOOK". Any hook that isn't a "circle hook" or "treble hook". Doesn't matter if it's a Japanese Ari Gato,  or Matzuo Ile Ezuto hook. It's a dang, straight hook.

- A "LEAD".  The weight used on a float rig, is called a Trout "lead". 

- A "SPINNER".  To me it's also an; "egg beater"....also known as a Spinning Reel. I don't like them thangs. Kinda ugly and oh so obtrusive rod and reel combos. That seem to adorn all the the rack space of the local Wally World fishing department. I guess makes them highly sought after? Giant gangly guides are part of the spinning rods physique, and that rotating egg beater on the reel that supposedly puts the line on the spool straight. Yeah, yeah, it has it's usage, not my useage, though. Was initially developed so the average fisherman could actually cast with not much practice. And only on Saturday's....hahahahah.

I could go on and on. But I think ya get the jist of it. If I use code lingo during these blog reports and you don't know what I mean, just email me like Chris did. Email me, and I'll let ya in on the "code lingo".


Fishing a new lure on Tuesday the 19th with DOA Rob in his boat. Big time R&D (research and development....there I go again) with a Southern Louisiana Bayou, favorite.
Let's see if it'll be my favorite too. Before I tell ya' about it.

1/14 & 1/15 - Warm-up days?

Was it 70 degrees over on the west side in a Walmart parking lot??

Amazingly, the weather was in a warming trend. But you really couldn't tell that from out where we were the last two days. Cuz, it was still cold. But with the winds down, it did make give me a chance to go to the jetties and do some jig fishing / bottom fishing.

I had too.

Keeping with the "go light tackle and keep it simple" theme, on Thursday I had Sue and Joe from Kentucky aboard.  There was no live shrimp to be had, because of the cold water temps. So we used my stores of dead shrimp I have collected. Certainly not as good as live, the freshest shrimp made, but it had to do. Never even bothered with float-rigging.

We pulled up to the jetties on a particular spot. Had the light N.E. wind to our backs, with the big boulders right behind the boat. Bottom, or jigging, bites were slow to say the least. But as the tide fell a few fish hung on the hooks.  Every single bite was nothing more than just a "sand bagging" feeling on the line.

But here's Sue, getting yanked while sitting on my livewell. Between her and Joe, the boat was still bobbing enough that they were feeling "wobbly" on their feet.

I told them that in the winter, this was "Mill Pond" conditions for me. But she did great and fought a somewhat lathargic Redbass up from the deep water, along the rocks. Water temps at this locale was still 48 degrees on the surface. And the Redbass turned out to be way too big to keep at 30 inches.

Sue looks like a "snow bunny", in this photo. But she was tough, and 100 % Lady Angler. I had her casting a bait casting reel with no problem, after just a few pointers......even with, "gloved fingers"!!!  I wished the Redbass was a keeper, because I had a feeling bites from quality fish maybe, far and few between.

Besides a few small Black Seabass, that were sucking the shrimp off the hooks the other fish I wanted to target on this spot was Black Drum, and we got one of them too. Just not enough of them, of course.

And they could  have been a bit larger, too. But we stayed in the same spot and just worked it as long as we could. If it was a 70 degree day, with 60 degree water at the inlet I may have opted to move around a lot more. But the name of the game here was to just keep lines wet as long as we could. I believe that was the best tactic. After the tide got low, we moved on and hit the boat ramp restrooms then went up in the river to another rock pile.

The current was running really strong at the next spot, and normally we don't get bit by Sheepshead or Yellowmouth Trout till the tide dies, on the spot. So, we were early. And we just stuck it out. There wasn't any Yellowmouths there today. But they did get a few Sheephead bites, and Joe landed this one.

I told Sue I sure would like to have them aboard again, on a warm spring day sometime. But Joe said this is the first time he's really went anywhere in the last 26 years. But they have a new grandbaby here in Jax now. So you never know. I'd love to get Sue on the float-rig when the Trout are chewing. She would have loved that.

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1/15

Now today has been in the planning stages since before we had this cold weather. At first when Chris M. called and reserved his trip, we were actually banging some good Reds at the jetties on jigs, and Trout on the float-rigs.

Well, isn't it amazing how things change so quickly. Some times ya just have to make the leap of faith, and go for it anyhow. It's all FUN. And it's all just FISHIN'.

I met Chris and his brother Patrick at the dock around 9am. Since yesterday, we didn't leave till 10am. So I figured we try a bit more of the incoming tide. Same spot. Same conditions. Same, no live shrimp avalible.
Chris wanted a "jetty trip" all along. So this had to do, for today.

But as we fished, it seemed like the New Moon rising tide wasn't where it was actually at. We went a long time, with only a few bait stealers, a Seabass or two, a lost hook-up on something good, and lots of jigs and sinkers lost to the jetty rocks. Way more than yesterday!!

Again, every bite was nothing more than the fish "sand bagging" on the hook. Which I have to say is kind of tough for someone who is "all knowing" about jig and shrimp fishing at the jetties. Let alone someone who doesn't do it all the time. So right off the bat, my anglers had the cards kinda stacked against them, in my "jetty fishing for decades" opinion.

First fish was of course caught by Patrick, and it was a Seabass. I had Patrick on the egg sinker rig, as Chris and myself worked some jigs and dead shrimp down the rocks. Again, I was looking for Reds and Drum, throw in a Sheepshead?? But if we were out here on this exact same spot the same week Chris called me, back on December 6th, there was decent sized Yellowmouth Trout, and Reds big and small stacked up, right where we were, today.
















The Black Drum were larger than yesterday. Here's Patrick with the first one.

Here's Chris with another the same size. Perfect eaters, that's for sure. I like them just this size for blackening.

Then, came a Redfish. Probably the hardest biting fish of the last two days. It really ate the bait and moved off. Rather than, just giving a bit of "hang" on the bait. It was a 21 incher. Depending on who you are, I was glad to see a keeper size fish. Instead of a big, no keeper.

We ended up staying at the Jetties alot longer than we did yesterday. And made a move to a different spot also. But nothing really made a difference. And after my Danforth anchor getting stuck in something "out in the sand" and bring it it up for the hundredth time with a "pretzelized shank". (just another $40 thrown away.....) It was time to move on. I think I'm over these oh so bendable steel anchors. It's not like I'm pulling 15 foot of chain, and a 13 pound anchor up by hand......I mean, with my, back!!

We looked around a bit. And now the wind inshore of the jetties was starting to blow from the east. So we tried another Yellowmouth Trout spot along the little Jetties. The current was ripping, the jetty anchor was dragging, so I switched to heavier sinkers and caught a big silver Whiting and that was it. So we packed it in and headed back to clean the fish.

I told the guys to just go over to Singletons and have their fish cooked up. Some fried, some blackened, and warm up with a nice meal of the catch........"it's how I'd like to end my day, if I were them." 

Heck, I went home, cleaned up the tackle, the boat, and ate a half of Publix sub sandwich from the day before, in front of the heater!  Then nodded off, till 10pm.

1/12 - Feel the BURN, and redemption.

Told you in yesterday's report DOA Rob and I were heading out in the Jettywolf today. Looking for a bit of redemption, after yesterday's absence of all fish species, big or small in Rob's land of "plenty" , while being a foot from the water in kayaks.

So I backed the Jettywolf down  the ramp around 9am today. And since I always need to have some kind of plan, no matter what fishing I'm doing. My plan was to head North. And Rob agreed.

Yeah the air was still below freezing, probably. But the only actual temperature Rob and I were interested in was the 43.5 degree water temp!!  My Raymarine C-120 transducer temp gauge has never read so low in the three years I've owned it.......hell NO temp gauge on any machine I've ever owned has ever read a water temp as low.

But that wasn't stopping the Trout Trackers. We were on a fishin' mission. So we kinda figured if the Trout weren't in the creek we fished yesterday in the kayaks, maybe they're outside the creek we fished yesterday.

First stop, good falling tide, comotose shrimp, sun shining, slick calm water, bone chilling cold. Not one single bite. Keeping with the theme of today's "artic in Florida" fishing adventure phase two. We moved on to the next spot, on our path. First, we just drifted and pitched some jig and dead shrimp combo meals. And I butt hooked a really nasty looking stingray that had three tails, and all three were just "stubs". "Do we count that, Rob? If so, I caught the first fish in two days."  Rob replies....."if it isn't a Trout,  it doesn't count!"

The spot looked good, and would have looked better in t-shirts, shorts with Crocs. Instead we were triple layered, with gloved hands and teeth chattering. Feeling the burn of the cold with each passing minute. But we anchored up on the spot. I kept with the best survey system, that seemed to work good with the ugly stingray capture, a 3/8ths oz. jig and a comotose shrimp. Second cast, and I had the first Speckled Trout. Its as if I could feel the fish sniff my shrimp and then lick it to see if it was frozen or not, right before I set the hook. In laymens terms, "the bite was barely, a bite".

It may be small, but it has gills, specks, scales and is of the "Cynoscion nebulosus" family of fishes!!
Rob grabbed his float-rig and I put down the jigging rod and we went to town, seeing if these Speckled Trout were a reality or not on this spot.

And they were....We started catching them. Most were 14 to 14-1/2 inches. I have to admit, we were excited! You would have been too, after yesterdays communing with Mother Nature trip.

Rob was keeping tight track of how many Trout were actually caught, as I had friends, customers, and solicitor phone calls back to back. And let him reel in one of my fish.

The amazing thing was that our shrimp died two seconds after being pinned on the hook. They were of course stressed, cold and not really up to living to see another day, or another bait well. So 99% of every Trout caught was on a dead shrimp and a float-rig. What do I always say.....especially if you're on my boat and float-rig fishing, "If your shrimp isn't kickin' replace it. Dead shrimp don't catch T-Rex sized Trout."
That may not be entirely true, there is no absolutes in the fishing world. But all I know is that every single big fat gator Trout I have ever seen caught on a float-rig, by myself or by a customer or a friend. The shrimp was lively, and kicking. Why not have the best presentation ALWAYS. To insure catching the best fish.
















Well, today these Trout were so hungry. It didn't matter if the shrimp was alive or not, let alone "sprightly" or not. Rob even took a 100% D-E-A-D, falling apart shrimp and hooked it on and sent it out. And it was ate by a small Trout.













We ended up catching 20 Specks, according to Rob's precise Trout tracking. And we "boxed" three keepers up to 17 inches before the tide gave out on the spot, and the bite stopped. We hunted around a bit more, learned more about the topography of the area. Then, the afternoon winds that were forecasted started to blow. And our brief warm up, as we were catching quickly faded. It got down right cold as all hell so we headed back to Mayport.

Man, this is nothing short of "serious". The water's so damn cold, the Govenor should declare this area in a state of "emergency warm-up". Because this kind of cold weather is like nothing I've ever seen before. I don't know how long this will take to go away. But seeing that we still have to go through February and March still. It won't be better overnight, that's for sure.

All I can do is keep up with it, trying different areas, and different techniques and hope to never see cold like this in N.E. Florida, ever again.

It's supposed to get warmer by this weekend.

1/11 - Coldest day of the year? Who cares?

Headed out this morning with DOA Rob, in his other Hobie Kayak.

(D.O.A. Rob, in his Hobie "Mirage Drive" powered Kayak)

I just had to see what all the fuss was about. This was my second yak experience. The first one in a Hobie "peddle" powered yak. http://www.hobiecat.com/fishing/index.html

The last time I went with Rob, was when  I used his big blue paddle yak. A super wide, super stable, customized one, that we installed a big boat seat in. Yeah a big, high backed, boat seat out of Rob's boat. Talk about comfortable!

To start I headed to Robs house at 6:30am. And we were headed out, truck loaded with two yaks, and all the tackle, paddles & peddles, and landing nets around 7:30am. We crossed the Mayport ferry

and were headed to the "holy grail" spot where Rob's been KILLIN' them. We get there, and there's a gate that was supposed to be open, that's closed. We sat around waiting and waiting for someone to show, and finally around 10:00am a park ranger shows up. He didn't even want to let us in yet, but he remembered Rob, and let us head on in.

We unpacked the truck, unloaded the yaks and took off into the creek. Right there and then, I could tell "this may not be for me."  The Hobie kayak was small, I had too many heavy clothes on and couldn't even move. The seat had to be adjusted, the peddles that propel the yak needed to be adjusted. And I couldn't even reach theadjustments......"ya mean I have to lean backwards, but bend over my knees, and then reach to my toes and then squeeze the adjuster, and then lean forward, turn around a bit, grab the seat straps, and then I'll be okay????" Kinda reminded me of when me and my whole family went "Grass Skiing" one summer. You think skiing on snow is hard? Try Grass Skiing. Where the ski's have tracks on them like a tank. Did you know ski slopes have tons of rocks under that snow?

Well folks, I couldn't even bend enough to get my peddles right. So Rob eased up to me and adjusted my peddles for me from his yak. I don't know how tall Rob is, but he's not, tall. And he's not all that bulky either. He's wirey, like a squirrel. Not a bear, like your's truely. But as we peddled our way against the creek current, 100 feet. I was already wore out.

These yak seats, are not like any seat in a boat. For me, it's more like sitting in a dragster cockpit, that could tip over. And then you have to either peddle or paddle. And the backrest? It's a skinny little pad with with some straps, and gave me no upper body support. Your butt, sits on a foam pad in molded area.

But I was okay, and getting along. As good as a human pretzel could.

I quickly realized as I peddled Hobie's propritary propulsion system, http://www.hobiecat.com/fishing/miragedrive.html  that my knee muscles haven't seen this type of activity in about 25 years.

It took me about 300 feet away from our splash-in-point, till I could pick up a rod and start casting.

The water was crystal clear. I mean swimming pool chlorine clear. And shallow. As we worked our way around bends and twists. I saw not a single swirl, flash, or ripple on the surface. Rob pointed out all of his best spots....and they were maybe 2 feet deep. "You'd have to see something!" "Hell, a dang 5" mullet makes a wake in water this deep." Not a tiny little minnow, a shrimp or a crab was to be found.

That's wrong......I did see 3 dead crabs laying on the bottom.

And we never had a single bite, although Rob said he had a few? The water even at low tide, with the sun shining down on it was very cold. But ya know, in the sun with hardly any wind down below the marsh grass, I wasn't even cold. It was actually beautiful. A wonderful winter day, in D-E-A-D water.

But I have to hand it to Rob. He didn't give up. He worked the creek as he always does, sure and methodically. I anchored up and just pitched a jig and shrimp out into a deep hole in a bend in the creek. Right in the same spot where Rob caught Trout to 5 pounds and 7 pounds along with numerous Reds and Black Drum, just last week. That's why he wanted me to go with him, cause they were chewin so good.

Well, it didn't take an act of god to tell us we were just wasting time. So we headed back. Now, the tide was dead low and where we launched was solid mud. So we used a dock down the creek and then trudged all the yaks and equipment back to the truck. Kinda makes launching a boat at a boat ramp look like, childs play. The rods and tackle bags had to be unloaded, then the yak peddles and paddles, then the yaks had to be carried back to the truck.

Call me an ole dog....but man, what a ton of work, this kayaking was, for no fish. My knees popped back into position as Rob held the yak, and I flopped up on the dock., Then when standing up again, like a bi-ped. I could feel the tingle in my butt cheeks as they recieved a surge of warm circulated blood.

I gather, I'd need a bigger roomier kayak. I did like the comfiness of Robs other yak with the boat seat. Maybe that'll be the yak I use from now on.

(Last year in BIG BLUE the "Cozy Kayak", in Guana Lake in Ponte Vedra)

It all worked out. I've learned alot about kayaks, in my two trips.

I learned, I need a elevated boat seat in mine, and enough room to straighten my legs out. And paddling really isn't that bad.

Although we had this trip planned for awhile, even fishing guides, being guided by a yaking pro like DOA Rob, doesn't mean I'm going to fill my stringer with fish. Especially the one day out of 365, that I chose to go. Yeah, even fishing guides guided by experts, go skunked sometimes. 

We ended our day having lunch over on Hecksher Drive, before coming over the ferry back to Robs house in Atlantic beach. Even though we caught no fish and put a lot of time and effort into today's trip. As we crossed the river on the ferry, I asked Rob..... "Ya wanna go in my boat tomarrow?" He said, "yeah as long as we don't go at the crack of dawn." I replied, "Ya crazy, I want it to be at least 38 degrees before we leave the dock"

That's how it is, when you're a FISHIN' NUT.

And the two of us are "nuts", for sure. 

1/7 - This isn't good for anyone!

Day after day of freezing weather....."Literally" is no joke, in Florida. Got a call from Jeff "the magic" Wansor today and he said, "Scooped up a dead Snook from my canal this morning. Couldn't have been dead for long, it looked so fresh. Then, I was south on the ICW, and saw about a 20 pound Tarpon laying dead on the surface floating along......"

Yeah, that'll be me too. Because this cold isn't good for the fishing charter business either! Plus, I'm hating to look at my electric bill for this month. It's the kind of expense, that you really don't plan for.

Was out today because even the TV weathermen said, "If you're going to be outside, Thursday is your day."
Yeah, it was still chilly. But the bright sun, and lack of wind had it looking fantastic as myself and Dave from Gaff Magazine advertising sales pulled away from the dock. It was the kind of winter day that you just don't mind. Sunny and windless, two events we just don't get enough of.

We went east. And caught the absolute last few minutes of the falling tide out there alonmg the inside of the north jetty. Here's what I had in mind:
















Because this photo is from one hour of fishing the same spot, last year on Jan 23rd.

It's not all that much to ask, is it?

Well, I pulled up and was "prepping" the anchor for deployment. When the FWC buttholes come racing across the river, three of them on the boat , with one of them being the same "super cop" who is the same one who checked me last time! We didn't have any fish, we never even wetted a line yet. But I had to go through the whole line of BS with them. Since the same exact Super Cop is the one that always stops me. Don't you think he'd get used to the fact that I'm not doing anything wrong? Next time, I'll be placing a call to his supervisor, and filing a complaint. It's not like there's hundreds of plate alloy 26 footers out there. He knows it's me.

So by the time all this BS was over. Me and Dave missed the current on the spot I wanted to float-rig fish. Thanks to the Super Cop. Our tax dollars, "are they protecting the resource from us or for us?" Think about that one for a minute. They protected the resource this time from us, because we never had a chance to even fish the last of the falling tide on this spot.

So, we moved on and tried a few other spots at the jetties. We were on a Trout hunt, and a Trout hunt only.
After trying a few other spots out there, in the 50 degree surface water, now on the incoming tide. It's apparent. This isn't going to be a Jetty Trout Winter. They've vacated, and I don't see them coming back any time soon. The large congregation that was east of the boat ramp, disappeared with the first cold snap which was between December 10th and 12th. And all my attempts so far have been, wasted shrimp and time.

December was on track to be business as usual. Last year, on December 4th and 5th of 2008, (yes 12.1 months ago it was 2008, and fuel was also only a $1.59 on Atlantic and Girvin Roads)  I waylayed the big Trout along the rocks, because I found a spot where I saw them driving shrimp to the surface. And both days had  limits of really big Trout. Here's one:

Well, this ain't December of 2008/January of 2009! The world is way different now. Fuel is heading to $3.00 again, and the climate has really changed. Depending on how you look at it, Momma Nature is "thinning the herd".

So, Dave and myself headed up river. And I hit a spot that if we didn't find Trout at today, I'd just have to plain pack it in. Because this spot, is a winter/spring spot for big Trout. I've had some unbelieveable days here. I've seen monster T-rex sized Trout in this area. Now, all we had to do is catch some. So after a significant run in the chilly air, we arrived. I of course with all the himmin' and haulin' around, missed the begginning of the tide here. But we had good water movement. And it looked like the spot should produce.
It's been two years since I've fished here. But the days of glory I've experienced on this spot are as vivid in my mind as if it was yesterday.

And Dave hooks the first fattie......a nice 18 incher.

Oh, how sweet it is! I told Dave, how absolutely nothing in the world makes me happier than having either someone on my boat, or myself catching nice box worthy Trout. And watching that float go down, and then the "throb" of the end of the rod, as they're eased to the boat, on light tackle. Redfish, bluefish, greenfish.....just don't do it for me, as much as the "speckley fish".

















Then, it was my turn, then Dave's turn again. We were in them. But the bite was only gonna last as long as the current was pushing over the shell bar behind us.
















We caught Trout from 16 to 19-1/2 inches, a small Sheepshead and a small Redbass. Before the tide's push, faded away. All too quick for us. I know it was way to short for me. I work way to hard to get on them and then have the bite end so quickly.















But we caught what I was looking for. And the cold water isn't making it any easier on me. With no current, and high water all around us we tried a few other spots, for the sake of trying. But it was time to go. I'd need some falling tide now. So I went on back and cleaned the fish and we headed home.

But, I had a few live shrimp left in the well. So I put a heating pad below the live well in the boat and covered up the bait well also. And yep, I headed out again.....SOLO on Friday morning. Overcast, windy, and bone chilling. But I had visions of catching more Trout. So I went to an area to wait for the falling tide to let off. And as soon as I felt incoming tide start to push I was going to head straight for where we were at on Thursday........so I thought.

It was absolutely heinous ou there on the river. And all my shrimp in the well went comatose on me. I made it for about 2 hrs. And couldn't take the cold any longer. Plus, I needed nice lively shrimp, if I was to catch a Trout. So I gave up and headed home. Yeah, I have a desease....Trout'itis!

See what being a Trout freak will do to ya? If only Friday was like Thursday. I would have boxed myself some more fatties.

Now, I have no idea if DOA Rob and I will make it out on Monday. He and I were gonna go kayak fishing. He was going to let me use one of his Hobie fishing yaks, and I was gonna finally (maybe) catch me a big fat yak Trout.










Last year in Feb. we tried it down in Guana Lake. But then too, it was a cold water situation. Guana Lake was below 60 degrees, and we never saw a fish that day either.  Any more these winters are getting to be brutal. And believe it or not November through April used to be my favorite months of all. And I'd just soon live else where, June through October when the heats so bad. Now, I'm re-thinking my favorite winter months. Are You?

1/1/2010 - New Years at B&M

It rained, it was a bit chilly, but real fisherman don't let a lil' weather stop a good party. It was the B&M bait and tackle New Years Day party, today. Always a good time, always so much great food.
















If you missed it, it maybe because you didn't know. "Or ya just decided, it was too nasty to venture from out of the house?" 

(each year I do a post here about the B&M party.)

I certainly don't know of any other bait shop in the area that puts on such a Holiday spread, for friends, customers. Proprietor of B&M Rusty Borthwick, and chief fish fryer, served up fried Grouper, Snapper, and Seabass he saved from bottom fishing trips, and many other people brought brought covered dishes, which included stews, pulled pork, beans, briscuit, cookies, you name it. It was all good!

Today, because of the weather the shop was the center of the party, where as the parking lot or boat yard in years past has housed the 50-100 people that usually make their way by, during the day. Rusty & the crew set up a few tents just outside the door today. Since the drizzle early this morning threatened to dig in. But about 2pm all cleared up, and even the sun poked out of the clouds for awhile.

I always enjoy the B&M party, because it's about the only "party" I attend, or will attend, all year. It's at my bait shop, so it's like just another day at the office, kind of. With more people and good food.

I'd like thank the folks at B&M for having such a great "tradition". They (the powers that be) might be trying their best to take our fishing rights away constantly. But they can't take away our local traditions and camaradiere.



(3 of 4 photos C/O: Stephanie C.)

12/31 - Good Bye 2009, with a heat blast?

My goodness, is whacky weather the name of the game around here or what? I know office bound, parking lot walkers probably have no clue of what I'm talking about, (sorry) but people like me, who can't stand to be inside and live and die daily on what the weather's like, pay attention to it. Especially us, "coastal folk".

December of 2009 will certainly be remembered when it comes time for me to look back next year into 2009's Tide Planner/Log book book. From warm to frigid, big wind to all out artic blasts. I believe I've seen it all in the last 31 days. 

-IT ALL HAS AN EFFECT ON THE FISHING.

I had Long V. and Dan aboard the Jettywolf, today. I knew we might have a rain issue. Which turned out to not an issue at all. A little mist of the wet stuff was all we encountered. And it was WARM!!! And it was SLICK calm, too. Almost unbelieveable! 

But, and as I always say...."there's always a B-U-T."

And the B-U-T turned out to be the T-I-D-E!!!!

A full moon, with a falling tide that was strong. So we departed at 10am, so to let that tide turn and get going on it's way down. Although when we departed the dock, the water was still quite high as it usually is when I'm trying to home in on the best 6 hours of a possible 8 hours left of daylight that we had at our disposal.

Yakker buddy DOA Rob and fellow Trout Tracker has been finding his Trout in the creeks, of course. While I haven't been finding any at all east of the boat ramp. I headed to a creek. The tide was still way too high. The water was still up in the grass, so we waited and fished till the water was ankle deep on the Heron that stood between the two marsh grass islands that I use as a marker. And all we came up with was two 14 inch Trout. But of course the Pinfish were ravenous, as they always are. That's why I really hate creek fishin'. We were float-rig fishing of course, and every once in awhile. I made a cast, putting a shrimp on the bottom. And of course as I reeled it in, I had a SCHOOL of pinners follow the shrimp to the boat!  If Pinfish were worth a hoot, and had a dollar amount on their little heads, I of course wouldn't be bothered by them, because there wouldn't be any left.

So we moved on. We fished the area which Steve P. caught a 32 inch Redfish on Tueday. A submerged oysterbed in 25 feet of water. The current had slowed on this spot, and I have always done real well, dropping the float stopper knot to 22 feet and drifting the area in the slow current. Yeah, I know that's pretty damn deep to fish the float rig. But we've caught big Reds, yellowmouth, Specks, and Sheepshead doing so before. Well, not today. Long and Dan, never lost a bait.

Well, this was getting "par for the course". Since my calibrated temp gauge on my Raymarine C-120, has been reading surface temps below 60 degrees. The fishing in the river has just been plain ole tough as hell. 

-and now we're supposed to get more freezing temp mornings this week? That's not gonna be good for anyone. 

So, we went to one spot where I've found fish this week. We didn't bother fishing the float-rigs, but rather just bottom fished, with 2 ounce weights. The current was blasting here. But this spot was the end of the line.
And as the current faded, came my "winter bite", fish....Yellowmouths.  

In July....I've had nice 4-5 pound Black Drum, Redfish, Specks, Croakers, Spots, and Sheepshead, on this exact same spot. But now in December, it's Yellowmouth and Sheepshead pretty much, exclusively.

Long started to get bit, and then I started to get bit, then Dan started to get bit by small Yellowmouths. Then as we sat there in the warm, windless afternoon, with some in and out sun. The tide finally slackened, and then came larger yellowmouths. Then a few Sheepshead. Then a 18" Speckled Trout. Long told his wife he was coming home with fish. Since the last few offshore trips he's been on he came home with an empty cooler (even in Hawaii....) We started to fill the fish box, and releasing the small fish.
















The weather was obviously, the CALM before the storm! It was super nice. Warm, no wind and I was back into shorts and a sweatshirt, the way it should be this time of year. The tide turned, and the boat swung around, and it was time for the guys to head back to O.P. So we headed back to clean a limit of Yellowmouths, the Sheepshead and a Speck.

I'm not looking forward to more 30 degree mornings, I thought this would be a really warm winter when back on Halloween it was 92 degrees.

60 degree water temperature, in the river is the tipping point. 

I hope to have Long and Dan aboard again. They were fun to have aboard and really good sports. And Dan had what seemed to be a good interest in the local fishing we have to offer.

But to see it all, you have to go more than one time a year. I told both of the guys that the first two weeks of December, when no one is interested in going (because it's "between" holidays) is when I was finding limits and limits of big Trout with Sheepshead and Reds thrown in, on the float-rig a 1/2 mile from the boat ramp every day.

That's why I do these daily reports. Because when I say, "its go-time" I mean, RIGHT NOW. On this tide, this week, and with this weather.

Remember, we're on Momma Natures schedule.  

I recommend that all my customer's bookmark this blog, and if they're interested in the local fishing calendar, check it frequently.

12/30 - A few articles of interest:

Personally, I have fished the Mayport Jetties in everything from a  14' Aluma-Craft to a 17' Carolina Skiff, to my now 26' welded Plate Alloy center console. And through the years I have learned. You certainly can't have it all, in one boat.

I see lots of "TOO" small of boats at the inlet, myself. And when I owned  the 17' Skiff, I also had at that time 2 other larger boats to choose from for a day of fishing. The little skiff boat, was my inshore creek boat. Not my "do all" boat, that's for sure.

The Jettywolf, my 26' plate alloy boat was literally designed for "jetty fishing" in mind. Period!!











I don't ask it to be my creek boat, or a flats-casting platform. That kind of fishing, isn't my "gig" anyhow. It's a big water craft, with lots of safety built into it's design.

But as you'll read here:
http://jacksonville.com/sports/outdoors/2009-12-27/story/boaters_nightmare_escaping_with_their_lives
It's not unusual, for people to "squeeze" many fishing tasks out of their small boats. I have customers on my boat during a day of jetty fishing always say to me, "Damn, that's a small boat to be out here today, isn't it Dave?" 


 What happened to these boaters, isn't unusual. It'll happen several times a year. The last time that I heard of a small boat go down at the jetties, two people were rescued, while one remained missing.

And think about this for a minute....."alot of beer, and other impairments make there way on to boats every weekend. As important as rods, reels and bait, for the day."  Add in just one periless situation, a 12 pak, or "other impairment", and some strong current, or cold water, and what do ya have? A near death situation. Doesn't sound worth it to me. That's why I do not waiver on my policies concerning the malted brewed beverages.

I don't need more to deal with, thank you. 
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I ran across this article: http://floridasportfishing.com/magazine/sept-oct-2009/fish-the-moon-day-or-night?utm_source=streamsend&utm_medium=email&utm_content=8035921&utm_campaign=December%20Tackle%20Giveaway%20-%20Florida%20Sport%20Fishing%20Magazine
And thought I'd post the link to it.

I also have on the right side bar of this blog, the moon phase calender. Plus, I pay attention to solar/lunar tables in my Florida Sportsman Tide Planner. If you don't understand the moon, you should. It has everything to do with the fishing here in our area. Because the MOON is the TIDES....

12/28 - 12/29 - Whoa...two cold windy days.

If wind ain't enough, toss in some freezing temps and ya have the last two days on the river. Then, toss in two days back to back with 4 passengers each day and......well, it's not as easy as having one guy on the boat, that's for sure.

Here nor there. The fishing in the river on Monday was tough. I had Craig B. and family aboard. Which was a rescheduled "river cruise" trip, from back on November 12th.

Which now that I look back in my tide planner. It ended up being a NW gale blowing that day, not unlike it was this Monday afternoon. But much warmer, of course.

We fished and fished, I had Craigs mom and dad on the float-rigs out the back of the boat and Craig and Cameron just flipping a tightline rig over the sides amidship. After ZERO bites east of the boat ramp we  finally got on a spot where there was a few small Yellowmouth Trout biting. Cameron, Craigs son caught a Sheepshead. It was really kind of funny, he set the hook on the sheeps, and said to me, "I think you need to take it....I can't reel this in!!!"  I said, "Boy we ain't out here for me to reel the fish in."  Between the sheeps and the yellowmouths that was it as the stiff NW winds really started to blow. The boy needs to come back during summer sharkin' or again for big fall Redbass, then. If he thought he couldn't reel in a sheeps.
All in fun, of course. I believe this was his first fish. No wonder he was surprised. 













Then on 12/29 Tuesday, I had Steve P. and three more guys in his party. They came all the way from Daytona, where they were visiting family, and to Daytona from NY.   Whoa...."travellers".

Tuesday morning. The kind of C-O-L-D that B-U-R-N-E-D. So we headed up river a bit at 9:15am. And the breeze where we were really backed off, the sun came out and it got warmer, relatively speaking.
Everything was just perfect tide and wind wise. And the guys bottom fished and caught a few Yellowmouth Trout, just small ones. Then Steve lays the wood to a fish and it's a real rod bender.

Steve has a heated battle with something we didn't even see for awhile. Then, finally I caught a glimps of it. A BIG Redbass! As usual, it was way too big to keep at 32-1/2 inches long and 12 pounds. We continued to fish the area with geniune ambition after a beauitiful red like that. And we came up with no more bites at all. The tide peetered out, so we moved on. Hitting the inside of the North Jetty, and then over by the Navy basin. Between the two spots, one of the guys caught a big silver Whiting. Giving a shrimp away would have been a nice thing.

Another tough day in the river, that's for sure.

Now, comes an east wind, on Wednesday. Which as we left the Navy basin area, the flags were already blowing from the S. Easterly direction.

It's so crazy that just 25 days ago I was catching upwards of 50 Trout per trip, less than a mile from the boat ramp. The same area now?????

I can't even give away a bait. And stereo typically, an area where I do all my whackin and stackin all winter long........so this isn't a good sign. Deep January on the coldest of days, we've pulled so many nice big Trout from the Mayport area. But never fail, I'll keep trying. They should show back up if we see some extended mild weather.

Mild weather?

My next trip is on Thursday:
LIGHT AND VARIABLE WINDS. WINDS BECOMING SOUTHWEST 5 TO 10 KNOTS IN THE AFTERNOON. SEAS 2 TO 3 FEET. INLAND WATERS SMOOTH. SCATTERED SHOWERS.

REALLY?? At this point, I really need it.

12/22 - They've moved.....

As I said, I was going out again to double check on the absence of the jetty trout situation. It was a super nice day, and everyone else thought so too. Compared to practically no one being around, yesterday.

So Doc Miller a fellow "Trout Tracker" and I headed out to the big rocks around 10am. No sense going till the tide was right. We hit numerous places where we should have caught Speckled Trout. And Doc came up with only one 14 incher. They vacated the premises, I guess. Not even a good ole "yellermouth", could we find at my usual Speck spots at the jetties.

We certainly weren't going to spend a bunch of time running around looking up river, the ICW or creeks. Not on a rising tide.

So I said to Doc, a float-rig only kinda guy...."let's go over to the North Jetty and make a few drifts with the float-rig and see what's up with the Reds." 

So that's where we headed. And we stuck to our guns and stayed with the float-rigs. I could have easily picked up a casting rod with a jig on it and tried that way. BUT THAT JUST WOULDN'T BE SPORTY ENOUGH.

Remember, I have not yet caught a fish or even lost a bait to fish lips so far today. So why would I want to make things any easier on myself????

We figured out the way the float's would drift, and sent them out. And it didn't take long for me to get bit. "BIT"....how 'bout more like a real ass handing!!

I drifted my float probably close to 75 feet away from the boat, set at a depth of 20 feet along the jetty. Which meant in the 42 feet of water my float drifted probably half way up the rocks from the bottom, heading for the very tip of the jetty. When amongst the froth of the crashing swells, I barely could make out my float bouncing along in the seas. Then, my float was gone!

I reeled against the 6.2-1 gear ratio of my Shimano Citica, like my hand was a Black and Decker drill, and came tight on a big fish. Where would it go? I didn't have time to find out. I had to keep my 7'6" rod up high and keep it bent...."like horse shoe!"

Not many people could have kept a big Red hooked up in this situation. On a little #8 hook, and 15 pound mono leader. It was a precarious area to hook a big Red on the ole float-rig, let me tell ya'.

I only wish I could have had a pro video camera operator getting the whole thing. The runs the fish made due east, were great. My arm ached from having to keep the rod up high and the fish from going for the rocks. But I got it...a 14 pound Redbass, that made the mistake of running out deep.

   













To a tackle nut like myself, it's almost unimaginable how much one can love the "parabolic action" I get from these  7' 6" Ugly Stik Striper Rods. It's a sickness I have, I know. But when using really small hooks and light leaders with no stretch braided line, something has to "give", and that's what these rods do. They give.

I can remember not long ago having lots of pulled hooks by charter customers. Not anymore, not with these rods. Usually only a real tackle enthusiest, even knows the difference when I say "parabolic" action. But I have one past customer Chris M. that emailed me not long ago and said, "Dave, I got the complete Sipler Special, now." Which meant rod, reel, line, float and Trout weight. Chris may be new to float-rigging, but that didn't keep him from picking up on what he saw on our day out together, and how well it all works.

And I'm talking about a rod that retails for $29.99 at Bass Pro Shops!! You can't beat that? More money left for a really good reel and spooled with braided line.

Okay, big Red in the boat, took the photo, now it's time to get back in there.

And guess what? The same thing happened all over again. I was slam-dunked in the same spot, and had another great fight on my hands, and landed one more 14 pound, BrutusT. Redbass!

  
    













After the second Red, that's about all we had. Dick had a birds nest which I helped him get out of  "his own" reel. And if we really wanted to get back into the mix of things I probably would have needed to make a move so to have a better angle of attack on the spot. But the tide was waning, anyhow.

So as Dick tried his hand at getting down to the spot with his, now de-bird nested reel. I picked up my jigging rod and tried my best to get something going. But the "HERE'S YER SIGN" that the current was over and down with, being just small Seabass and junker fish is all I could catch. So we headed in, with no fish in the box. And no limits of big fat Trout either.

Every time the Trout disappear from the regular jetty haunts, it usually means they're back up in the river or the creeks. And I was right. DOA Rob was out in his kayak late this afternoon and was up in the creeks and called me, "I found them Dave...I've had about 15, and have several on my stringer. They're coming off one oyster bank and all on the DOA shrimp."

Heck, that's what I figured. They have to be somewhere, if they aren't stacked up at the jetties.

I was told a crazy story by friend Capt Jeff  "the Magic" Wansor, this evening when he called me. He was out today looking around for someTrout too at the jetties. But after we talked, decided to head back towards the ICW this afternoon. He said,  he was near the little Jetties, when he caught what he thought was a pound and a half Speckled Trout. Some dudes in a boat were staring him down, so he stopped reeling in his trout, so they didn't think he had a fish on (yeah...ya have to resort to these tactics sometimes, around here) and while he waited for them to "step off and move along", something enormous came in and ate the Trout he had on the line and took the hell off.

Jeff said he was shocked. He had "whatever" on, for just a few seconds before it broke his light leader.  He said, "damn I thought it was a Dolphin at first it was so powerful, but never saw any Dolphins around or at the surface."

I  told him that the Jacks are not all together gone from around here. And that I caught a 4 pounder the other day in the fog. Then had a DOA shrimp hit by a monster fish that run me down the jetty rocks, before breaking me off, also. Probably a really big Jack! He might just of had a big hungry Jack come in and eat that Trout, or even a big Red, who knows.

One year it was January 19th, and me and my charter clients were sitting along the Navy base around snag ally and I saw two small Tarpon roll right next to the boat. I thought I was seeing things. But I wasn't!
Because 30 seconds later my customer Dave Hare from California was yelling TARPON!!!! As he was hanging on for dear life to his float rig rod and had a small Tarpon leaping around behind the boat. It was a cold morning like we've had the last few days. And the last thing I thought we'd ever see is a Tarpon and a float-rig flying through the air in mid January. Of course the Tarpon broke off, as usual.

So ya never know. That's what makes saltwater fishing, the BEST!

I guess if the weather turns windy I won't be out till the 28th.

Merry Christmas.

12/21 - Too cold to F-I-S-H? HUM BUG!

What a great day! Colder than we've had it in a long time....but wasn't it just 84 degrees last Tuesday? Yeah it was....that's the wacky thing about N.E. Florida winters. Get used to a ever changing wardrobe.

The "Red Sky in the Morning Mariners take warning", didn't apply to the Jettywolf boat today. We had ourselves a great time.

I had Chip & Chuck aboard today from West Virginia. And they looked to be prepared as we left the dock at 0700 hrs, and headed east. Problem was, the NW wind. It had the current on our first spot almost non-exsistant for the start of the incoming. Pushing the water away from the jetty rocks. So after we gave it a sporting try with no bites, I decided to make a change.

We moved on over to the North Jetty and picked up my "NEW" Ugly Stik Inshore Select's matched up to Shimano Cruxis reels and broke them in tossing 3/8th oz jigs with live shrimp pinned on and pitched them into the jetty rocks. The tide was running great at this spot and it made for easy fishing. First came some Yellowmouth Trout at the bottom of the rocks, down deep. And then came what we were here for.
Brutus T. Redbass.....and they gave the the inshore select rods a good test.

We kept the first one, and released the rest we caught. The guys didn't need much more than enough for a late lunch at Singletons Seafood Shack after we were done. And in between were the yellowmouths too.

Almost every Red was right at 27 inches or just over at 28. They seemed a tad bit sluggish at first after setting the hook. But they warmed up to the fight the further away from the jetty rocks they were pulled.
















If you don't know this by now....I'm a tackle freak. I really enjoy honing my tackle and using the latest and greatest. And I couldn't be happier than my selection of new jigging rods, as Chuck was while playin' another fattie to the boat.

  

Winter time jiggin'.....I almost love it as much as Float-rigging. If you can pitch a jig on a bait caster just a little bit, you can still get bit. Chuck here wasn't a big time bait caster man, but it didn't matter. He was still whackin and stackin them. ( I use what I can get along with daily....and that isn't spin tackle!)

I even hung into a a nice "RB" and got the chance to bow over one of my new rods.
















We were all alone where we were. It wasn't slick calm, but it wasn't sloppy either. It was just right for the Jettywolf. It's what she was designed for. Loads of room for 3 big guys to do the Redfish dance.

The incoming tide current seemed to peeter out kinda quick against the NW wind, so we went back to float-rig fishing and Chuck nailed this Sheepshead that was missing it's dorsal fin. We also let this guy go. This fish deserved a second chance.

We float-rigged in search for the mother load of Specks that were there before the big winds on Saturday. But never caught a single Speckled Trout! Can ya believe that....."This Float Freak, was a bit upset." 
Just more Yellowmouth Trout, is all we could muster.

I didn't take a photo of it, but all afternoon there was a sun-dog in the sky. A sun-dog is a halow around the sun. Many times it has a rainbow of colors. When there's a sun-dog around the sun, fishing is many times not at it's best. (Wikipedia explanation of a sun-dog; http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun_dog  ABOUT.COM/weather sun-dog explanation; http://weather.about.com/b/2007/04/28/what-is-a-sundog.htm )

Sorry, can't really find an explanation of why sun-dogs can make a fishing tougher, all I know is it may have the same effect as falling barometric pressure. I go by my long-time Timicuan Indian historian and 40 year commercial fisherman friend, Capt Randall. He always told me, "when you see a sun-dog, the fishing isn't always the best." So maybe it's also a convenient thing to blame no Speckled Trout on??

Fellow Trout tracker DOA Rob was also out today. And had a hard time finding Mr. Speckley too.

Either way, it didn't warm up all that much. It stayed pretty chilly for Florida standards. But it sure was a beautiful day. So after the tide rose and we lost all the current we had, it was Momma Natures way of saying,
"Go clean fish Dave". So that's what I did.

Chip and Chuck went over to Singletons for their late lunch to have some fried trout and blackened Redfish. Which it doesn't get much better. Eating the fish YOU just caught an hour or so ago.

Tuesday 12/22,  is supposed to be just as glorious.

NORTH WINDS 10 KNOTS. SEAS 2 FEET OR LESS. INLAND WATERS A LIGHT CHOP.
-where are you????

So I'll be out there, finishing off what live shrimp I have left over, possibly with DOA Rob. I hope to find my Mayport Trout friends. I myself, just finished off my last bag of fresh fish from last week and need to re-load the fridge.

The weather by  Thursday 12/24 is supposed to go straight down hill.......

WEDNESDAY NIGHT- EAST WINDS 15 KNOTS. SEAS 2 TO 3 FEET BUILDING
TO 3 TO 5 FEET AFTER MIDNIGHT. INLAND WATERS A LIGHT CHOP.

THURSDAY-EAST WINDS 20 TO 25 KNOTS. SEAS 5 TO 7 FEET. INLAND WATERS ROUGH. ISOLATED SHOWERS IN THE MORNING...THEN SCATTERED SHOWERS IN THE AFTERNOON.

THURSDAY NIGHT- SOUTHEAST WINDS 15 TO 20 KNOTS. SEAS 5 TO 7 FEET. INLAND WATERS A MODERATE CHOP. SCATTERED SHOWERS AND ISOLATED THUNDERSTORMS.

Next up for me is Monday the 28th, with 3 passengers....sure hope it's nice by then.

Tuesday's report to follow, if all goes as planned. So stay tuned.