Four Beers and a Bottle of Wine
Everything should be fine! Right? Well, after getting an early start this morning amid cloudy, windy and chilly temps in the a.m., thought to try fishing again -- with the usual poor results -- no bites after an hour of fishing. Definitely will be taking this spot off my list of places to stay and fish.
Before heading out this morning, I had put two frozen Blues and a sea trout in the sink to thaw so, had fish to grille this afternoon -- while consuming a few plus beers and a bottle of wine afterwards (still 1/4 glass left of the wine).
Yesterday had been a complete washout with all the 1 inch plus rain but, the day before had a moment of promise when I trekked to the east to Fort Walton Beach to visit a Bank of America and then to Okaloosa Island farther east to explore the beaches and accesses there for fishing (just short of Destin). Turned out that what had appeared to be some public beaches and accesses along that section of Okaloosa Island have probably been taken over by Eglin AFB under the ruse of some "endangered species" being there and thereby limiting access to the public -- most likely something that occurred shortly after 911 if I would guess.
I only intended to explore the area just short of Destin and the harbor there but, after getting onto the beach and walking to one point of beach near the harbor channels, I decided to get my rods and whatever bait I had to give it a go. All I had was some cut bait (blue fish) from the beaches back at Amelia Island so, I figured there was little chance of getting some good results with only a couple hours of daylight left and clouds building on the northwest horizon.
After four casts into the channel and following the drifting bait and sinker toward the bridge, with the first piece of bait being chewed up by the sand and drifting in three casts, I walked back toward the area where I had entered and threw toward the pier supports of the bridge and let the bait drift parallel to the bridge. Then, something seemed to grab onto the bait and began to make a slow drag toward the bay beyond the bridge and I tried to reel in the line or draw it tighter -- each succession of pulling hard and having the drag release some line resulted in the continued pulling on the rod and the continued bending of the rod only resulted in more line being given to whatever it was on the other end of the line.
Then, I decided to tighten the drag and make a stand or break off the line to whatever it was and at that point the resistance dropped as the line returned and the brand new hook I had put on earlier had been broken off. Fifty pound line and steel leaders had held but the hook broke cleanly.
Guess where I'm going fishing tomorrow?
Before heading out this morning, I had put two frozen Blues and a sea trout in the sink to thaw so, had fish to grille this afternoon -- while consuming a few plus beers and a bottle of wine afterwards (still 1/4 glass left of the wine).
Yesterday had been a complete washout with all the 1 inch plus rain but, the day before had a moment of promise when I trekked to the east to Fort Walton Beach to visit a Bank of America and then to Okaloosa Island farther east to explore the beaches and accesses there for fishing (just short of Destin). Turned out that what had appeared to be some public beaches and accesses along that section of Okaloosa Island have probably been taken over by Eglin AFB under the ruse of some "endangered species" being there and thereby limiting access to the public -- most likely something that occurred shortly after 911 if I would guess.
I only intended to explore the area just short of Destin and the harbor there but, after getting onto the beach and walking to one point of beach near the harbor channels, I decided to get my rods and whatever bait I had to give it a go. All I had was some cut bait (blue fish) from the beaches back at Amelia Island so, I figured there was little chance of getting some good results with only a couple hours of daylight left and clouds building on the northwest horizon.
After four casts into the channel and following the drifting bait and sinker toward the bridge, with the first piece of bait being chewed up by the sand and drifting in three casts, I walked back toward the area where I had entered and threw toward the pier supports of the bridge and let the bait drift parallel to the bridge. Then, something seemed to grab onto the bait and began to make a slow drag toward the bay beyond the bridge and I tried to reel in the line or draw it tighter -- each succession of pulling hard and having the drag release some line resulted in the continued pulling on the rod and the continued bending of the rod only resulted in more line being given to whatever it was on the other end of the line.
Then, I decided to tighten the drag and make a stand or break off the line to whatever it was and at that point the resistance dropped as the line returned and the brand new hook I had put on earlier had been broken off. Fifty pound line and steel leaders had held but the hook broke cleanly.
Guess where I'm going fishing tomorrow?
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3:12 PM
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