Is This The Future of Fishing?

I wrote this back in 2007. It’s even more valid now.

An outfit called Osceola Outback Adventures now offers fishing for great barramundi, and I’m talking Holopaw, Florida here, not Australia. They say with pride, “This is the only place in North America where you can catch barramundi!”

I visited the barramundi ponds yesterday. There were two small, rectangular ponds that had been dug out with a backhoe. There were fish, lots of them, quite willing to eat lures, too. There were rods and reels. There was novelty. I’d never seen a barramundi before. They’re beautiful creatures, muscular and strong. There was entertainment. The fish, although only running eight to ten pounds at the moment (they’ll get much larger), fight hard and jump like crazed ladyfish. They are as game a fish as one could ask for. If you were going to design a fish you’d be hard pressed to do a better job.

But something about the experience bothered me, just a tiny bit. The nagging sense of irritation in the back of my mind was similar to that your foot gets when you get a diminutive pebble in your shoe. The experience, although undeniably fun, just didn’t fit me quite right.

Then I had a minor flash of insight. When you go fishing, you understand that you may not catch anything. You may not even see a fish. While fishing undeniably requires skill, luck is important, too. A terrible angler can have a great day, and a highly skilled angler can get skunked. “All men are equal in the eyes of a fish,” as Harry Truman once said.

The barramundi ponds remove luck and skill from the equation. Ten thousand aggressive fish scour the entire water column, jammed into two small ponds. If you cast a bait out there, you will catch a fish. You may not get one every cast, but you will get one on many of your casts. It’s a great place to bring the kids, just for that reason.

What bothered me, then? It’s not fishing as I know it. It’s sure thing, captive audience, pay-for-fishing, fishing. Is this a bad thing?

I have fished in Florida for more than 20 years. Back in 1985 you could launch your boat at 8:00 AM on a Saturday at any boat ramp you cared to (except when the clammers were working the Indian River) and could get a parking spot. You could go to almost any fishing spot you wanted to and would not be met by the two or even three boats that were there already. Obnoxious boaters would not be burning down a flat that people in 10 or 12 other boats were fishing.

There weren’t as many people here then. And there were a lot fewer boats.

I like solitude when I fish. It pains me to go fishing on weekends now. The water is crowded.

Rock concerts should be crowded. The county fair should be crowded. Parades should be crowded. Baseball and football stadiums should be crowded. Fishing spots? They should not be crowded. For me, fishing in a crowd causes stress and is not enjoyable. For me, fishing in a crowd is a bad thing.

At the barramundi ponds you pay, you fish, you catch fish. There are no crowds. It may not be fishing as I know it but it definitely has value.

Builders build golf courses like crazy but no one is making any new lagoons, or rivers. They can dig new ponds, though. They can stock them with thousands of fish. They can require us to pay before we fish them.

Only you can decide if this is good or bad for you. I can see more and more folks pursuing businesses like Osceola Outback, though, especially as our natural waterways get ever more crowded. I can see more and more sportsmen using them.

I’m beginning to experience some existential dread about this. Is pay-for-fish the future of fishing?

Please, let me know your thoughts on this.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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A Full Week: Banana River-St. Johns River-Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

The Orlando Area Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 2.5.12

Quote of the Week Dept.  “The difference between a job and a career is the difference between 40 and 60 hours a week.” – Robert Frost

Upcoming Events Dept-

-The Old Florida Outdoor Festival, February 10, 11, and 12th. I will be there in the Coastal Angler Magazine booth, Saturday from 10-2, Sunday from 12-2. Please come visit! I’d love to see you!

-Merritt Island NWR Show and Tell Seminars- March 3 and 4. Read More Here… 

Non-Fishing Item Dept.- We live on an awesome planet, the nicest by far in this part of the galaxy. Our personal star makes that whole life thing go. In un-fishing related news, check out the amazing photos of our very own personal star here…

Fishing, ah yes!

It was a spectacular week, with plenty of fishing. On a windy Sunday (1/29) Scott Stroop and Joe Mercer, from Savannah, joined me for a day’s fishing. The Mosquito Lagoon was the venue. We went first to the spot where all the tailers had been a few days earlier. They weren’t there!

While poling, we ran over a school of redfish sitting in a white hole in the same vicinity. Scott got one on a spoon. Joe quickly follwed by nailing one on the fly rod, using a wool crab. This is good. We haven’t been out long and already have two fish.

The school had blown out though. We looked in a few other spots and saw nary a fin. Back to the first spot.

We saw a couple more fish but nothing targetable. My anglers had to drive back to Savannah (pretty athletic, down and back in one day) so we bailed a little early.

Monday fly fisher Josh Carleback, a resident of Brooklyn, met me at River Breeze. We launched the Mitzi and ran about two minutes. Five minutes later we were on a school of a couple hundred redfish.

We sat on them all day long, chasing them into the wind, which was blowing 15 out of the north. Eight hours of that wore my butt out, I’ll tell you that. But Josh got 10 or 12 slot reds on a wool crab, making all the effort worth it. He had a heck of a day.

Tuesday, in spite of the 15 mph east wind, I went to the no motor zone of the Banana River Lagoon. I thought I could find the big fish that have done such significant damage to my fly rod collection the last two trips.

I passed up a good number of slot reds, so determined was I to get to the big fish spot. Funny thing about big fish spots. They change. They move. They disappear. So I get to the big fish spot and I see exactly one black drum, while running it over with the kayak. I waded around for at least an hour hoping for a shot with no luck.

Our fish don’t like the wind. I know that.

Figured I’d go back to the slotties. On the way I ran over a few seatrout. They looked decent sized so I anchored and hopped out. Tied on an Electric Sushi. Second cast- THUMP. It felt like a real fish, and turned out to be a trout nearly two feet long.

Knowing it could be wishful thinking I changed the Sushi for a Gurgler. Thank you Jack Gartside! First cast, the toilet flushed, another beautiful trout.

Before I gave up I had gotten a dozen or so. The smallest was a solid 20 inches. It was a fun afternoon. And, I picked up two slot reds on the way back. Not bad for a windy day. Not every trip will to produce a 20 pound fish.

Thursday afternoon son Alex and I went to the St. Johns River. We took the Mitzi this time. It proved to be a good idea.

shad fishing St. Johns River

This handsome scene repeated itself many times.

The bite wasn’t real strong but it was steady. Alex had just visited Bitters’s Bait and Tackle, and bought a bunch of little crappie jigs. We started off tossing shad flies, but I wondered how a 1/32nd ounce crappie jig with a mini-twisty tail would work.

American Shad head shot

It's not a fly but the fish didn't care.

It was hard to throw on the four-weight but the fish seemed to like it. We both caught shad. Ended up with 10 or 12 between us. Alex got a chunky largemouth and a couple of crappie. I got a fat bull bluegill. It was quite a lovely afternoon.

largemouth bass ST. Johns River

It wasn't big, but it was obese.

Friday Dr. George Yarko and his brother John joined me for some Mosquito Lagoon fishing. Conditions were yucky, cloudy and windy. I had some mullet but we stopped and picked up a coupls dozen shrimp, something I rarely do. It was a good call.

There were three boats where I wanted to start, so we went to the next spot. Didn’t see anything for a while. Then, we ran over a couple reds. I immediately staked out the boat. Into a white hole we cast a mullet chunk out on one line and a shrimp on the other. Less than 100 seconds passed when the shrimp line went off. Twenty seven inch red, right at the top of the slot.

redfish, Mosquito Lagoon

The Brothers Yarko with the first (and biggest) of quite a few reds.

It turned out that spot was finished. The next didn’t produce, either. But the last spot produced about eight more reds and a 16 inch (yummy) flounder.

Spotted (redfish) Tail

This fish had some serious spotting. The other side was similar. Spotted Tail!

I filleted three slot reds and that flounder. All three reds had shrimp in their stomachs. The big one also had one of those damn Gulp synthetic bait things. I don’t understand why people use those things, they are not good for the fish.

Last but not least, on Saturday I met Ken Muhbich, a fly fisher from North Carolina, at Parrish Park. I started the day by slamming two finger tips in the car door. WOW that hurt. My fingernail is all black. I bet I lose it.

Cruising down Haulover a fisherman was fighting a big fish. We stopped to watch. His red weighed at least 20 pounds.

big Mosquito Lagoon redfish haulover canal

Someone was having a real good morning.

At our first stop we only saw a few fish, had just one shot. Did not convert. Second spot had more fish but they were hard to see and we didn’t get a single good shot. Third spot had exactly three fish. Ken couldn’t see the easy one and I hardly saw the other two. No luck there.

I decided to visit the place where Josh had done such a good job kicking redfish butt on Monday. On the way there- WHAM! Ken and I went flying. Fortunately we both stayed in the boat.

crab trap wrapped around an outboard's lower unit.

What did I do to deserve this? We're lucky no one was hurt.

I had to get in the water and cut wire for 30 minutes before we could get going again.

We get to the spot and of course there are boats around. But none of them are in the right place. We sneak in there and to my disbelief and delight some of the school is still there. They were very spooky but Ken did manage to fool one with a Homer Rhodes Shrimp Fly, all grizzly. It turned out to be the only bite of the day.

Redfish on Fly

This cooperative redfish rid of us a skunk.

And that, friends, is this week’s Banana River Lagoon, St. Johns River, and Mosquito Lagoon fishing report! Thank you for reading!

Life is great and I love my work.

Life is short. Go Fishing!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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Cold, then Hot on Mosquito Lagoon- Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

The Orlando Area Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 1.28.12

Upcoming Events Dept-
-The Old Florida Outdoor Festival, February 10, 11, and 12th. I will be there in the Coastal Angler Magazine booth, Saturday from 10-2, Sunday from 12-2.
-Merritt Island NWR Show and Tell Seminars- March 3 and 4. Read More Here…

Monetizing
I hope that readers like yourself understand that writing two or three posts a week takes a considerable amount of time. I take pride in putting useful information that you can trust into every post. So now I am asking that you help me by allowing me to recommend products from time to time, and then sometimes actually purchasing them.

Along this vein I have just opened a new online store at Cafe Press. Our only products right now are a line of long sleeve jerseys featuring photography by one John Kumiski. That product line will soon be expanding.

Feedback has been good and shirts have already been sold. Please check it out and join the fledgling Spotted Tail nation! Thank you!

Also, I am in the process of finishing up an e-book on Mosquito Lagoon fishing. It will be for sale for $7.95 through my website, but I will be giving all of my subscribers a copy to thank them for their loyalty. Watch for it!

Last Friday night my phone rang. Bob Colley wanted to go fishing on Saturday. Let’s go!

Saturday morning found us out on the Mosquito Lagoon. One of us held a fly rod, the other a push pole. The wind was blowing from the south. Other than that it was pretty darn nice out.

I went to several spots where I had been finding fish. The fish mostly weren’t there. We did not convert any of the few shots we had. Bob had had enough by 1 PM, so we went back to Beacon 42 and loaded the boat. Skunktrooski!

Tuesday morning Bill Kirby joined me for a day’s fly fishing. There wasn’t a breath of wind. There were more tailing redfish than I’ve seen in at least a decade. It was simply extraordinary.

Bill used one of my old standbyes, an unweighted grizzly Seaducer. Every time Bill presented it properly a fish nailed it. It was an outstanding morning.

Mosquito-Lagoon-Redfish-Bill-Kirby

This was the first redfish Bill caught on fly, a good start.

Bill said, “I had a real good time yesterday and was very excited to catch my first redfish on  a fly. Thanks again for a great day!

Around noon a light breeze came up. Down went every tail! We managed one more fish after that. The flat where the fish were still has dirty water. That, combined with the clouds, made them very hard to see.

The boat was back on the trailer at 3:30.

Tom Van Horn called me to tell me shad fishing south of SR 46 has been excellent. Friday afternoon I went there, intending to walk up the river bank to the Econ and fish my way back. The water is too high to do that, at least with the amount of effort I had budgeted. So I fished just south of the bridge.

Those shad were flapping like crazy, but in spite of changing flies four or five times I didn’t get one. I did get three solid crappie, though, and a small channel cat. Yes, on fly. No, I never did that before. It was a new fish for my life list.

I met Phil Woodham at the boat ramp when I got back. It was good to see him. It had been a long time. He looked good.

He likewise said shad fishing has been outstanding. He and his friend Fred had stopped shad fishing and had gone catfishing. They had some fat cats, a few pushing 20 pounds. Keith Sutton, where are you?

And that, friends, is this week’s Mosquito Lagoon (and elsewhere) fishing report! Thank you for reading!

Life is great and I love my work.

Life is short. Go Fishing!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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Banana River Lagoon Fishing on Fire!- Banana River- Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

The Orlando Area Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 1.21.12

Upcoming Events Dept-
-The Old Florida Outdoor Festival, Apopka, Florida, February 10, 11, and 12th. I will be there in the Coastal Angler Magazine booth, Saturday from 10-2, Sunday from 12-2.
-Merritt Island NWR Show and Tell Seminars- March 3 and 4. Read More Here… 

Fishing Tip Dept.-
I found this very important chart on the internet this week, Fish Temperature Preferences, by Bob Stearns. I suggest you go there and bookmark it.

I fished two days this week. Tuesday Scott Radloff and I went to the Mosquito Lagoon. We found good numbers of trout and redfish, although they were not eating very well. We got four slot redfish using cut mullet and nothing on anything else we tried.

Thursday I went solo to the Banana River Lagoon no motor zone in the Ocean Kayak. I had the place to myself. That may have been due to the 73 degree high temperature or maybe the almost 15 mph wind out of the north.

It was too windy to fish from the boat so I staked it out and waded where I thought there would be fish. I did not get a bite for several hours. Those few fish I threw to just spooked off whatever fly I tried, or completely ignored it (in the case of the black drum). Finally had a trout take a black bunny leech I’d thrown on a blind cast, breaking the ice.

A black drum that would not respond made me change to a wool crab, although he did not respond to that either. I must have dragged the flies past his nose 40 times.

Finally, a nice black drum took the crab. Got way into the backing, love that! Got and released him.

Shortly after I got another big black drum on the first cast I threw to him. Same wool crab did the trick. Into the backing again.

Feeling better now, I spotted a redfish, a nice big one. Tossed the crab in front of him. A solid thump resulted.

I got the idea (again) to photograph myself fighting the fish. While I held onto th rod with one hand I got the camera out and set it up with the other. Ha! I’m taking pictures of myself. Isn’t that cool?

Got the fish up close to me and was paying more attention to the camera than the fish. He ran between my legs and snapped off two feet of rod before I could even think about responding. Managed to get him anyway, and got a picture, too.

Redfish-Fight-Banana-River

Still fighting the fish with the suddenly stubby St. Croix.

Redfish-Banana-River-Lagoon

This is the destructive critter, finally somewhat subdued.

Hot Tip Dept.- When going to the no motor zone, always bring a spare fly rod.

Took out the spare fly rod (six-weight) and put the reel on it. Put the crab back on. Went looking for another fish. Ooh, there he is. Good cast— Thump! another big red. Let’s photograph him too. Got him, photographed him, released him.

Into the backing four times inside of two hours. I must be living right.

I hope I don’t drop my camera in the water while doing this stuff. It’s a real shaky setup.

And that is this week’s Banana RIver-Mosquito Lagoon FIshing Report!

Life is great and I love my work (and my days off, too!).

I keep saying it- life is short. Go Fishing!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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Redfish- Presenting the Fly

This is an exerpt from the book, Redfish on the Fly, by Capt. John Kumiski

big redfish on fly

To get reds to take your fly, you need to show it to them properly.

It was a redfish fisher’s dream, a school of at least 500 fish, swimming fast, up on top, crashing bait all around us, one of the finest sights in all of angling, and one that one doesn’t see very often in the Mosquito Lagoon.

Rob Ricks was trembling with excitement. He had caught exactly one redfish on fly in his life, and badly wanted another. It was practically certain that the deed would now be done.

“Cast out in front of them, and just make it look alive,” I told him. Rob was a weak caster. When he got the fly in the water, not very far away, there was so much slack in the line that the cast was useless. “Try it again,” I said. “Lead them, put it where they’re going and let them swim into it.” Rob tried again with the same result. And again, and again, and again.

Finally the fish disappeared. We’d caught exactly none. The moral to this story?  Your casting must be second nature in order to take advantage of opportunities, especially once in a lifetime opportunities like this one was. But it’s a great segue into this section’s premise- after locating the redfish, how you present the fly to them is the single most important variable in getting one to bite, much more important than what’s at the end of your leader.

Read the rest of this article at this link: Redfish- Presenting the Fly

Or, read the book Redfish on the Fly. Find it at this link: Redfish on the Fly

What are your favorite ways to present flies to reds? Let us know in the comment box below, please!

John Kumiski

 

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Another Awesome Week- Banana River- Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

The Orlando Area Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 1.14.12

Upcoming Events Dept-

The Old Florida Outdoor Festival, February 10, 11, and 12th. I will be there at least part of the time in the Coastal Angler Magazine booth.
Merritt Island NWR Show and Tell Seminars- March 3 and 4
Details to follow…

Every year around the turn of the year I inventory my fly tying materials and order what I anticipate I will need for the following year. Natural materials vary a lot so you really need to inspect them. I buy these at fly fishing shows or fly shops. Synthetic materials have standard quality so I buy them where the price is best, usually from Cabela’s.

This year I shopped around. Hook and Hackle had better prices on some items than did Cabela’s. So I bought some of my stuff from Hook and Hackle. I will never make that error again.
The Estaz and flashabou packs from H&H were tiny, ridiculous. Cabela’s costs a few cents more but the portions are way better.

Cabela’s, sorry I wandered! Won’t happen again!

Where do you buy your fly tying materials? Why do you buy them there? Please use the comment box to let us know.

Fishing, ah yes-

Son Alex was supposed to accompany me to the no motor zone on Monday, but he wouldn’t get up. Tossed the Prowler on the chariot and went solo.

The day was gorgeous. We had a stretch of five days with no wind and hardly any clouds. I don’t ever remember that happening before.

Had to paddle a ways but I ran over a redfish at least three feet long. Immediately staked out the boat and went wading in those leaky boots (sent them back to Redington the other day). Was throwing to a pair of black drum went I looked over my shoulder. There were at least 50 big reds almost swimming into me.

One took the Merkin. I had it on five or ten minutes when the hook pulled. One reason I like a #2 hook for those big fish is because they don’t bend out the way the #4 hooks do (Mustad #3407). Perhaps I need a higher quality hook in those smaller sizes.

Anyway, after I bent the hook back the school had spooked off. I waded around looking for them and spotted a trio of black drum. They ignored me repeatedly. Finally, with the leader butt in the tip of the rod, they were all facing me, looking at the fly, just lying there. I watched them watch the fly, two rod lengths away. Everyone was motionless. Then I just ticked the fly and the center fish sucked it up. WHAM! Fish on!

That fish got way into my backing, a lovely sight. When I finally got him up close enough to leader I was tring to do just that and CRACK- there goes the rod (sent that back to Redington, too). Got the fish anyway.

It was a big fish and I wanted a photo, so holding on to the fish with one hand I got the camera out of the Simms bag , set it on self timer, put it on the front hatch of the kayak, and pressed the shutter button. Then I posed and got a single frame with the fish. I think it worked pretty well!

I took a picture of me holding a big, rod-breaking black drum.

I didn’t get any other photos but did get two redfish in the 20 pound range, and several 30 inch redfish, all on the Merkin. Quite the awesome day. Wish Alex had been there.

Tuesday young Trae Mays, a fly fisher from Dallas, joined me for some Mosquito Lagoon redfishing. It was my favorite kind of day- we only fished one spot. It was loaded up, and the fish were eating well. The fly of choice was a rootbeer colored redfish worm.

The best one of many redfish that Trae caught while fly fishing.

Trae told me it was the best day of fly fishing he’d ever had, something this reporter truly loves hearing. We released eight or ten fish, and had numerous missed strikes and blown shots. Lots of fun was had by all! The boat was back on the trailer at 2:30.

Wednesday afternoon I had a half day with Tom and Tommy Novak, father/son from Cleveland. Need I say I went back to The Spot? But we had weather- wind, clouds, spitting rain. A front was coming in. The fish were gone. 🙁

Went to spot #2. Tommy got a rat redfish on a gold spoon. Then we ran over a couple. SInce the wind was now cranking at about 20, I skegged out the boat and tossed a couple of mullet chunks out. Four slot fish later the bite stopped, so we changed venues.

Tom Novak got this redfish in the Mosquito Lagoon. They don't come like this in Lake Erie.

At the last spot we got one more rat red and two beautiful catfish. The boat was on the trailer at 5.

And that is this week’s Banana River and Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report.

Life is great and I love my work.

I keep saying it- life is short. Go Fishing!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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Fly Fishing with Lefty

Lefty Kreh, the current great godfather of American fly fishing, has been on the scene for more than 50 years. Since his birthday falls right around now, it’s time for a couple Fishing with Lefty stories. Both are as true as my memory will allow.

About 20 years ago the Backcountry Flyfishing Association was having Lefty come for a weekend seminar. At the time I didn’t know it, but Lefty would fly in to town on Friday night, give the seminar on Saturday and Sunday, then leave late Monday afternoon. That way he would have time to fish on Monday morning.
Mel Schubert called me to tell me, “I’m taking Lefty fishing on Monday. Would you like to come with us?”
Did I want to go? I would have missed the birth of my children for that. Heck, I would have missed my own birth for that.

A few weeks later I found myself in the boat with God, incarnated as Lefty Kreh.

I was intimidated. My plan for the day was simple- keep my mouth shut, my ears open, and don’t do anything stupid. It was a simple enough plan, and should have been easy to carry out.

Mel poled. Lefty fished. I sat there, thrilled, following my plan, taking everything in like a hawk. The bite was stinky but it was a beautiful day.

Around 10 o’clock or so Lefty stopped to rest. It was then I made my mistake. At the time Lefty worked for Sage fly rods, and he was using one of their products. “How do you like that rod, Lefty?” I asked.
“It’s a great piece of equipment,” he said. “Pick it up and try it.”

You didn’t follow the plan, John.

“No. I don’t want to embarrass myself,” I said.

Lefty said, “Sage pays me to put that rod in people’s hands. Pick it up and try it.”

Reluctantly, I picked it up. Before I did anything I looked at the leader. There was a wind knot in it. I said nothing, and cast the rod a few times. It really was a great piece of equipment. Then I handed it back to the maestro.

He looked at the leader and said, “Johnny, you put a wind knot in my leader.”

I said, “That was there when I picked up the rod.”

He gave me a hard look and said, “I don’t know if I should believe you or not.”

I said, “Lefty, you can believe what you want but I’m telling you, that was there when I picked up the rod.”

Even God gets wind knots sometimes. I’ve never concerned myself with them overly since then, figuring if Lefty gets them everybody will. I just check the leader periodically and if there’s a knot in there I take it out or replace the section. It was a valuable learning experience.

Several years pass, and the fly fishing club books Lefty again. Now I know the drill, so I call him and ask if he wants to fish with me on Monday. He did. We booked the day.
My son Maxx, then eight years old, attended the seminar with me. I got the idea he should come with us, and asked the maestro if that was OK. It was.
Monday morning Lefty, Maxx, and I launched the boat. There was a school of big redfish in the Indian River Lagoon at the time. Lefty still had the eight-weight Sage. I went looking for those fish, without success. All morning.

Noon came and went and we still hadn’t found the fish. Giving up, I cranked the motor and started to run. By divine intervention the school surfaced 100 yards ahead of me. It was an incredible spectacle, hundreds of 20 to 30 pound reds slamming a big school of big mullet. I poled Lefty into casting range. “I’ve never seen this before,” he said.

He had a little bendback tied on, maybe a size 2. The fish, intent on the big mullet, completely ignored it. I said to him, “Lefty, your fly is too small.” He said, “I didn’t bring any big flies.” “I have some,” I said.

I got off the tower, dug out my big fly box, and handed it to him. He pulled out a white Deceiver, half a chicken on a 3/0 hook. His hands were shaking as he tied it on.

Ready again, I poled back to the fish. You know, if you go from a little #2 fly to a big, wind-resistant 3/0 fly, your casting stroke will have to slow down. In his excitement Mr. Kreh forgot this. His backcast was hitting the water and he was swearing at himself. “I can’t cast this fly with this rod. This is a ten-weight fly!”

I thought to myself, “I could cast that fly with that rod. This is Lefty Kreh. Oh my God, Lefty has buck fever!”

I was dumbfounded.

He got over it quickly. The fly soon shot out into the fish and one nailed it immediately. I eventually pulled it into the boat. Lefty was thrilled. At 28 pounds it was the biggest he’d ever gotten on fly!

This was also a valuable learning experience for me. I’m a fishing guide. If Lefty Kreh gets buck fever, there’s a good chance anyone else I ever have in my boat might get buck fever too.

This is why we go fishing. If you didn’t get that rush of adrenaline you’d be better off bowling or playing golf.

Lefty has taught LOTS of people LOTS about fly fishing. The two most valuable lessons he taught me was when I was out with him, fly fishing with Lefty.

Thank you, Lefty! Happy birthday!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

 

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American Shad Time on Florida’s St. Johns River

English: A depiction of a shad fish, as taken ...

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Every year by the end of January, a silvery fish ranging from one to four pounds in size visits the St. Johns River until about the end of March. The fish is the American Shad, and they swim up the St. Johns with love on their minds. This year Charlie McCullough has already caught some.

Some years there are zillions of them. Some years back Rodney Smith took his son Jake, I took my son Maxx, and we met Tammy Wilson at Hatbill Park for some fly fishing for shad. The fish were thick, so much so the boys got tired of catching them on fly and began catching them by hand.

Some years there are hardly any. Why they vary in number from year to year is somewhat of a mystery, but probably has to do with reproductive success of various year classes and the amount of predation they’ve been subject to.

While many anglers enjoy slow trolling for them with light spinning tackle, they are a superb fly rod fish. You’ll need a five- or six-weight outfit with a sinking line, a three to four foot, 10 pound test leader, and an assortment of small, brightly colored, weighted shad flies. If you don’t catch a mussel from time to time you’re probably not fishing deep enough.

Cast your line quartering upstream, using just enough retrieve to maintain contact with the fly. When your line is pointing directly downstream, strip the line in until you can lift it out of the water and repeat the process.

Where are the fish? That varies from year to year. Hatbill Park, Marina Isle, Lemon Bluff, Puzzle Lake, Mullet Lake, they might be in all, any, or none of those spots. One year we had excellent fishing from the banks of the river at the Morgan Alderman Ranch, just upstream of Lake Harney. The Fly Fisherman in Titusville (321.267.0348), Orlando Outfitters (407.896.8220), and Mosquito Creek Outdoors (407.464.2000) can all point you in the right direction. Or, you could ask me!

Shad fight hard, with frequent jumps. Most people catch and release them.

Do you like fishing for shad? Let us nw where and how you fish for them!

John Kumiski

Home- Spotted Tail Outdoors and Travel

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2012. All rights are reserved.

 

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New Year’s Fishing Roars In- Banana River- Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

The Orlando Area-Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 1.8.12

The new year brought a blast of cold air with it.

Tuesday the wind blew about 25 miles an hour. The high was in the 50s. The temperature Tuesday night got close to freezing.

Wednesday morning, in the most relaxed way, I put one of the kayaks on the roof and drove to River Breeze to paddle fish the Mosquito Lagoon. It was still only in the 50s when I got there about 11 AM.

Last time I paddle fished I whined about the water being too high and too dirty. Someone pulled the plug, because the water was all gone. I had to walk a good part of the way to my intended fishing spot.

Ha-ha. There was no water there. Literally. The parts of the pond that still had water were only a few inches deep. I found nine seatrout in the 5-7 pound range floating, dead.
Quite sad.

I found a small, deep (three feet or so) hole in an otherwise shallow canal. Redfish were stacked up in there. I didn’t count but I was well into double digits before I took pity on them and stopped. Most were small but half a dozen or so were in the slot. The fly was a brown redfish worm. I think an acorn would have worked.

I wanted to check other spots but couldn’t go anyplace else. There wasn’t enough water to float the kayak. I walked it most of the way back and loaded it up around 4:30.

Thursday morning there was frost everywhere. Chris Myers and I took the Reflection 17 to the no motor area of the Banana River Lagoon. It is amazing how fast that water cleared up once the cold weather finally got here.

The day was cool, chilly, a tad breezy, but sunny and spectacular!

The fishing was ridiculous. We both caught redfish, black drum, and seatrout all day long, mostly on a black redfish worm. The trout averaged about 20 inches long, solid fish all. Chris got a couple reds on a green crab pattern.

Chris Myers got the nicest trout of the day.

Most of the trout we got were like this or a little bigger.

We threw at some big reds but the biggest we got, and Chris got all three, were about 32 inches. Chris complained that the “little” 32 inch reds beat the big ones to the fly. I like days where that’s the biggest problem. They are much too rare.

Capt. Chris got three reds like this, as well as several smaller ones. And a black drum!

Friday Dr. George Yarko and I were at Haulover Canal at the relatively brisk time of 8:30 AM. The day was perfect, magnificent. There were no clouds, hardly any wind. The temperature rose into the low 70s.

There should have been fish everywhere.

We went as far north as JBs Fish Camp. Anyone who fishes the Mosquito Lagoon will tell you that’s a fair ride. We maybe saw two dozen fish all day.

George had one bite, a trout, on a DOA Shrimp. As luck goes, the fish came off. Several other guides went fishless too, so I know it waren’t just me!

Back in the day I would have been upset. Now I wonder why they weren’t there, and appreciate the day for the finest example of Florida weather.

We were off the water before 4 PM.

On Saturday Iowa City fly fisher Mark Hale joined me for some fly fishing on Mosquito Lagoon. Again, the weather was spectacular. After the beatdown of the previous day I had some concern about our chances of success. And the first three places I looked held nothing.

Then I got lucky, and found a school of about 150 fish.

Mark had never caught a redfish before but he crushed the jinx by nailing five to 25 inches, using a rootbeer colored redfish worm. We were two happy boys.

Mark Hale got his first, second, third, etc redfish on Saturday, courtesy of the Mosquito Lagoon.

Sunday Jonathan Evans, a fly fisher from Virginia, joined me for some fly fishing on Mosquito Lagoon. Again, the weather was spectacular.

We saw a few fish in the first spot- no bite. We saw a few fish in the second spot- no bite. The third spot had quite a few redfish, and we had shots at at least a dozen tailing fish. No bite. We got pushed off that spot by some yahoos. The fourth spot was barren.

Somewhere in there Jonathan caught a ten inch seatrout on a blind cast. It would turn out to be the only fish boated.

The next spot had some big (20 pound class) reds in deep, dirty water. We’d get a glimse and Jonathan would fire a cast. This happened a dozen times at least- no bite.

The last spot had the most fish of anywhere we’d been. We spent an hour there. Jonathan had one bite but the hook didn’t stick. Finally it was three o’clock and time to roll out. I hated to leave without the elusive fish but we’d had dozens of shots, changed flies a half dozen times, and still hadn’t had any success.

Some days it just don’t work.

Life is great and I love my work.

I keep saying it- life is short. Go Fishing!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2012. All rights are reserved.

Two Glorious Days- Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

 

The Report from Spotted Tail 12/31/11

Happy New Year to everyone! This is the last post of 2011. I hope everyone has their resolutions, and maybe their hangover cures, ready. Thank goodness I won’t need that last thing.

Seatrout season opens tomorrow. R U ready?

Are you ready for some seatrout?

If you read the blog post Frontal Assault, you know my feelings about fishing after cold fronts. The best days of the winter to fish are as soon as the weather stabilizes after a front.

Tuesday night a nasty front came through. The air temperature dropped over 20 degrees and the water temperature and level likewise dropped.

I met David Juth, a fly fisherman from Virginia, at Parrish Park at noon on Wednesday for a late half day. We were both wondering how the drop in water temperature would affect the fish. Frankly I wasn’t expecting much.

We got out on the Mosquito Lagoon. It was a little chilly, in the low 60s. The day was spectacular- clear blue sky, bright, warm sunshine, no clouds at all, and best of all, no wind. We found several redfish at the first place we looked, although the water was still dirty so they were hard to see. We even found a tailing fish.

After working that shoreline, we tried another. We saw fish here and there, and then found tailer’s heaven. Redfish were tailing all around us. David couldn’t believe it. He’d never fished in saltwater before and he almost thought he was dreaming.

Using my favorite little black fly, the redfish worm, he managed to get four bites, hooking three fish and boating one. Had the water been cleaner I’m sure he would have done much better.

I still have concerns that the algae will take the winter’s worst cold and still not clear up. Perhaps that’s just pessimism on my part.

Anyway, we both counted the afternoon as a rousing success and you couldn’t have asked for a nicer day.

I was back in the same area the following day with son Alex. He got a new Ross CLA #4 (a really nice reel) for Christmas and we wanted to give it some exercise. The weather again was outstanding, although there were a few scattered clouds. The water had dropped two or three inches overnight and I almost had to get out and push a couple of times when the boat got stuck on shallow spots.

The fish had changed locations, and were certainly not tailing like the previous day.

In spite of that Alex had several shots at fish and caught one slot redfish that took an olive-colored slider.

The company and the day were both outstanding. The fish was just a bonus.

The blog will soon get a new look. I’m installing a new theme. Expect some changes, hopefully for the better.

Life is great, and I love my work!

Life is short- go fishing!

Best wishes for a fantastibulistical new year!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2011. All rights are reserved.

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