Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

Orlando Area Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 5.12.12

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Fish of the Week- The Spotted Seatrout!

seatrout on jerkworm

Tuesday Chris McClemmon joined me for some Mosquito Lagoon fishing. I hadn’t been out there in over a week. The numbers of redfish seem to have thinned some, at least where I had been fishing them. But the trout were on fire. Using a DOA CAL jerkbait Chris got 15 or so to 20 inches, with no shorts. Gotta like that!

Jim Lewis, a fly caster from  Colorado, joined me Wednesday. We saw reasonable numbers of redfish. They were very spooky- it was hard to get close enough for a cast. We fished the same places as Chris and I had on Tuesday, but Jim only had one bite, a small trout. At the end of the day we fished along a bar and saw good numbers of trout and some reds, but did not get a bite, in spite of trying four different flies.

We got a late, 10 AM start on Thursday. Rodney Smith, son Alex, and I went to the same bar where I had seen the trout the previous day. We fished it by wading with fly rods. I did not get a bite. Rodney got a trout, Alex missed one. We wrapped it up at noon.

That is this week’s Mosquito Lagoon  Fishing Report. Don’t forget Mother’s Day!!

Life is great and I love my work!

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.



 

Secret Spots

redfishMost fishermen have secret spots, ones they don’t even tell their best friends about. I have a couple myself. They’re really not secrets, as I see other fishermen there sometimes, but I certainly don’t go around advertising them. Mine provide me with a little oasis of quiet when I get to go out fishing by myself.

I went to one the other day. I took the kayak. I hadn’t been there since last spring and so wasn’t sure what I would find. What I found was six fine redfish tailing.

The first fish was clearly a nice one. Fly fishing from a kayak demands precise boat positioning in order to garner success, so I first got upwind and up-sun of the fish. Once in position I made my cast. The first missed, but he charged the second and nailed it. Bingo! The fish weighed about 15 pounds, the nicest one I’d gotten in months. I’d been out only 15 minutes and the day was already an outstanding success.

The next four shots were not as fruitful. The fish either spooked off the fly or ignored me completely. Finally another fish took the fly. He ran through some weeds, which collected on my line. I don’t know if that had anything to do with the loud CRACK that scared the daylights out of me, but next thing all I had in my hand was the butt of the rod. The rest had broken off and slid down the line.

Although I got the fish, my fishing for the day was done. Just as well. It’s one of my secret spots. I treasure it, and I certainly don’t want to abuse it.

 

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com 



 

A Eulogy For Bonnie

Bonnie entered our lives 18 years ago. Susan somehow got her from a litter of a feral cat. A beautiful calico color, she had a bad temper and was prone to bite and scratch us, as well as any visitors who dared to touch her. I don’t know about Susan, but Maxx, Alex, and I all have Bonnie scars.

I’m not a cat person. While I can tolerate them, I was not a big fan of Bonnie. Susan loved her, though, and that bond grew very strong while Susan was weak and sick from chemotherapy treatments. Bonnie would sit on her lap and purr as Susan stroked her. I have no doubt she helped with Susan’s recovery, perhaps more than I did.

For me though, Bonnie was mostly a pain in the neck. She shed hair all over my clothes. She spit up. She brought fleas into the house. One time, for reasons known only to her, she peed in my sneakers. After four separate washings, I threw them out. No amount of washing was going to get that smell out. Because Susan loved her, and I love Susan, I put up with Bonnie. What choice did I have?

Bonnie wasn’t all bad. She certainly cleaned up any extra fish we had. Her coat felt wonderful, thick and silky. There’s something soothing about stroking a purring cat. And we have never had a problem with rodents here.

The past few years, as she got old, she mellowed some. But she also became demanding at meal times, meowing a wailing cry that would make someone think we were trying to starve her. Any impartial observer could easily see that was not the case.
She also got in the habit of lying as much in the way as she could possibly be- for example, right behind me as I was trying to prepare supper. Yes, I stepped on her, more than once. And while on the one hand you feel bad, on the other it’s, “Stupid cat, what did you expect?”

Bonnie also started going deaf, a dangerous situation for her when I’m always backing boat trailers. I dreaded to think what Susan’s response would be if I flattened her cat.

As it turned out, Susan flattened her cat. It was much worse than if I had done it.

Susan was clearing the driveway of oak leaves, using an electric blower. She used it on Bonnie, who was, as was her habit, right in the way. Bonnie didn’t like the noise or the stream of air, and scampered away. Unknown to Susan, she scampered right back.

In the meantime Susan needed to move her car in order to get the leaves that were under and on the other side of it. She put down the blower, got in the car, and moved it.

Tragically, Bonnie had lain down right in front of her passenger-side tire. Susan never saw her. Bonnie never moved.

Susan came running into the house, hysterical with grief and remorse. I had no idea what was going on. I ran out with her only to see Bonnie, broken and bleeding, kicking her leg futilely a few times. Then she was still. Gone.

Susan’s anguish was almost beyond belief. I tried to console her, without success. Our neighbor Tom had heard the commotion and came over to see if he could help. No one could have.

I was grim and Susan was still crying while I dug the grave in our yard. Susan begged me to dig it deep so Bonnie wouldn’t be disturbed. It was hot, hard work and I had to rest several times. But the hole got deeper and deeper and finally Susan said, “That’s enough”.

To my surprise I sobbed as I covered Bonnie. It was the saddest I’ve been since my father died, a long time ago.

I knew that Bonnie was annoying, a pain in the neck. I knew that Susan loved her unconditionally. But I didn’t know, until that moment, that I loved her too.

Goodbye, Bonnie. We miss you.

 

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

 

 

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Lee County Beaches Tarpon Fishing Report

Fort Myers area fishing report 5/5/12

Monday- Maxx, Alex, and I drove to Pineland early, arriving at Tarpon Lodge a little after eight. After checking in we got the boat launched and headed out to the Gulf through Captiva Pass.

Pine Island Sound was UGLY. Grey skies and east winds at 20 to 25 with strong gusts had the water all churned up.

We pulled into protected water along the beach and rigged tackle. Just as I finished the first fly rod, a hundred pounder rolled about 30 feet away. It was the first of many we saw.

We anchored off the beach in a few different spots and finally found one the fish were passing pretty regularly. We threw to tarpon all afternoon with a variety of flies, and a big Fin-S on a spin rod. We had one look on the Fin-S and no interest whatsoever on the fly- no eaters.

The fish were almost all down on the bottom, perhaps because of the wind?

There were lots of clouds that made them hard to see. When the sun was out it was easy but when the clouds were overhead the wind and chop camouflaged the fish like a smoke screen.

About five o’clock the clouds got solid and we couldn’t see at all any more so we headed back. Going back across the sound was nasty.

Tuesday- came through Captiva Pass. There was a big school of tarpon right there. We were not very ready and hardly got a cast off.

There were lots more fish for an hour or so, and we had many shots. We did not get a bite, nor did anyone else.

We went up the beach, anchoring first off Piney Point. We saw maybe a half dozen fish, no shots, in a couple hours.

Went farther north, off Murdock Point, or what’s left of it. Reasonable numbers of tarpon came by and we had shots, but no looks, much less takes. We saw another boat jump one.

A big raincloud appeared in the distance. We watched it get closer and closer. I wasn’t anticipating the increase in wind speed when it got to us. Rain poured, wind howled, waves crashed over the bow and into the skiff.

approaching storm

Here it comes!

I thought after the storm passed the sun would come out again. I was wrong. The wind did not diminish either. Since it was obvious we would not see any more fish, and since it was after five o’clock, we went back to Tarpon Lodge.

Wednesday- Came through Captiva Pass anticipating a repeat of the previous morning’s fishing. Ha! I should know better. We hung around the pass for an hour or so and saw maybe a half dozen rollers, no shots. The water got very dirty overnight.

Idled all the way up the beach to Murdock, where we anchored. Couldn’t see the bottom anymore, water was dirty. Sat there about three hours, saw maybe three fish. Finally decided to go looking.

Went and checked Johnson Shoal- nothing. Crossed Boca Grande and looked along Gasparilla Island, all the way to Gasparilla Pass- nothing. Came back to Boca Grande on the inside.

There were a lot of fish rolling in Boca Grande and relatively few boats (for there) We saw several boats with fish on and one fish get eaten by a shark.

Another crowded day fishing at Boca Grande.

Went back to the now very rough water off Murdock and sat, looking, for a couple hours. Did not see a fish. Many waves joined us in the boat. At 4:15 we decided to go to Café Brazil. We returned to Tarpon Lodge, then headed to Fort Myers.

At Café Brazil we all had the muqueca. Gostoso muito! The boys each had a caipirinha. I had to drive, wasn’t going there! I tasted Maxx’s. It was delicious. So was the muqueca. I love going to Café Brazil. My only regret was I had no room for pudim. Tudo bem, rapaiz!

Thursday- I hope we hook a couple of fish today. Fishing so far has been disappointing.

When the weather has been nice, and it has been, it has been gorgeous off the beach. The state park is lovely in one direction, and the Gulf is imposing in the other. Puffy white clouds scud across the sky. There are little birds that fly just above the waves. They look like goldfinches. I can’t imagine why they are out dodging waves but we’ve watched them every day.

Of course we see the usual suspects when it comes to birds- brown pelicans, ospreys, terns, gulls, frigatebirds. On the beach are ibis and sanderlings. They are all fun to watch.

pelicans

The birds take as much interest in us as we in them.

What we have not seen are many signs of fish. The threadfin herring are missing, as are the cow-nosed rays. We have seen only a few Spanish mackerel and no crevalle. We haven’t seen any whitebait. Sharks are conspicuous in their absence.

Where are all the fish?? Maybe we will find some hungry tarpon today.

We head out at about 7 am, turn the corner at Captiva Pass and head north. Tarpon are rolling everywhere. We watch and figure the path most fish were taking and get on it. I have a bite on a black and purple streamer. The fish just gets to the backing when the line goes slack. Never even saw it, no jumps, nothing. The hook had broken. AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!

broken hook

Here is the heartbreaker. Never saw one break where this one did.

Four days to get a bite and something stupid like that happens. Aggravating.

We spent the rest of the day trying to get another bite. Fish moved reasonably well until the tide turns. We only see one after that in about three hours. Do not get that other bite.

sunset tarpon lodge

In my next life I'm gonna have a nice sailboat.

Friday- Check out day. We have to be checked out by 11 AM. That gives us enough time to run out to Captiva Pass and see if anything is shakin.

It is by far the calmest day since we’ve been here, and despite the overcast I am guardedly optimistic as Maxx pilots the Mitzi toward the pass. We turn the corner, head north, and throttle down. The Gulf stretches out to infinity, grey, unbroken. There are no fish.

We idle up to Piney Point and back. We see four tarpon roll in two hours, do not come close to a shot. Time is up. Alex pilots us back to Tarpon Lodge. We pack our belongings into the chariot, load the boat onto the trailer, and hit the road.

 

Fishing was not good. I got to spend most or part of five straight days in a boat with my now-adult sons. Wonderful. Who knows when that might happen again? If I had to do it again (which of course I cannot) I would do it in a heartbeat. It was a fantastic trip.

The Brothers Kumiski

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com 



Book Review- Let Them Paddle

Let Them Paddle: Coming of Age on the Water, by Alan S. Kesselheim, paperback, 336 pages, Fulcrum Publishing, $19.95, is part coming-of-age story, part adventure story, part ecology primer, part family history, richly seasoned with personal philosophy. A husband and wife conceive their first child while on a cross-continental wilderness canoe trip across Canada. Their two subsequent children likewise accompany them in utero on lengthy river trips.

When each child comes into their early teens, the family takes a paddling trip to that child’s river of record. The story starts on the Kazan, a 550 mile long river interspersed with large lakes, that flows into Hudson Bay. The youngest member of the expedition is only nine years old. They deal with rapids, headwinds, weather, insects, polar bears, their own doubts and fears, and more. It makes a riveting adventure story.
“We are in deep, hundreds of miles from anywhere civilized, having scratched our way across trackless space. We are utterly alone, and feel that way. Isolation is too small a word for this. An unequivocal embrace of humility is the only possible response.”

River number two is the Yellowstone. It’s not the same as when Lewis and Clark came through. In spite of that I find myself considering paddling it myself.
They go swimming. “The river mauls us, pulls us under, slaps water in our faces. On top of the waves, we catch glimpses of each other, grin like fools. Then we slide into the trough and disappear. The bulges of boulders go under us, sometimes bumping our butts. The current momentarily keeps us in the backwash of holes, twisting and pulling. Through with the thrill ride, we stroke hard to regain the boats.”

River number three is the Rio Bravo, along the Texas-Mexican border, apparently as remote an area as you’ll find in the lower 48. Again, I found myself thinking, “I want to do this myself.”
“The only real rapid in Mariscal Canyon is called the Tight Squeeze… It’s best when the river does the work for you. Lined up on the outside edge of the passage, Sawyer and I hardly have to maneuver. We draw away from the rock with current piling into it and blast through clean, then pivot into an eddy behind a rock the size of a one car garage.”

On one hand I thought the Kesselheims were crazy for bringing their kids on a wilderness expedition like the one in Canada. OhmyGod, what if something happened? On the other hand you can’t help but have the utmost respect for them. How lucky were those kids to have parents who would take them on such adventures? They’re an American family that’s not dysfunctional!

To be nitpicky, I wasn’t crazy about the cover (although the muscle development, especially in the females, was impressive). But the writing occaisionally dabbles with lyricism, and the storyline is first rate.

I want to meet the Kesselheims. I want to paddle with them. Heck, I want them to adopt me.

If you like to paddle, if you love wild places, if you enjoy true life adventure stories, you have to read this outstanding book. It has my highest recommendation.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com 



 

This Week’s Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

The Orlando Area Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 4.28.12

Monday- John Napolitano and son Alex joined me for a day on the Mosquito Lagoon, launching at River Breeze. What a day it was! Cold (high in the low 70s), windy (20-25 from the NW with gusts), it was a good day to fly a kite, not so good for fishing. I was cold all day, wearing my raincoat with the hood up trying to stay warm.

To my surprise we saw a reasonable number of fish, even a few tailing reds. You needed a good cast- you were only going to get one chance before we blew by. Of course with that wind a good cast was real hard to make. We got a few trout to 20 inches, on DOA Shrimp.

Tuesday- Met fly fisherman Dan Johnson at River Breeze. Unseasonably the air temperature was 49 degrees when I launched the boat. It was still windy, but not as much as the previous day. As we idled down the ICW I predicted we wouldn’t see much until the water temperature started rising, as it had dropped into the high 60s, almost ten degrees, in two days.

Dan got his first fish just before lunchtime, a fat flounder he found by blind casting. We had seen perhaps a half dozen fish to that point.

flounder on fly

The flattie chased off the skunk.

After lunch we had shots at both trout and redfish pretty steadily. The fish were not very aggressive. Dan got a personal best trout at 24 inches, and missed one other strike. But most fish fled in terror when he showed them the fly.

seatrout, mosquito lagoon, florida

Dan's best seatrout to date...

Thursday- I picked up Ed and Ian Normand and their friend Justin at Turtle Mound at 7 AM. It was chilly but a beautiful day with a forecast high of 87. There were no clouds and not much wind. I thought we would kick fish butt. We did not.

We looked on every flat and hole around Oak Hill, seeing one fish here, three fish there, no fish there. It was a major search mission. We only had five or six bites all day, and caught one redfish and a couple of trout. Although we had a good time, I wanted these folks to do well and the result was disappointing.

Friday- Dr. George Yarko and I launched the Mitzi at Haulover at 7 AM. At the first spot we found two schools of tailing reds. Where were they yesterday? Using a gold spoon and a jerk bait we hooked three, putting two in the boat. Both were handsome fish of over 30 inches.

We poled quite a way before we saw any more fish, and they didn’t bite. We went back to the first spot and while they had moved we found them again, getting three or four more. Four boats (!) poled in on us, so we left. I hate fishing in crowds!

mosquito lagoon redfish, mosquito lagoon, florida

The Doctor is IN the fish- again.

At the last spot we had shots at several reds and big trout, and got one more red, along with 10 or 12 trout on a DOA Shrimp. The weather could not have been any nicer, just a perfect day.

Saturday- Dr. Mike Sweeney and Colonel Mike Sweeney, father and son, joined me for a day’s fishing on the Mosquito Lagoon. Again, I hoped for a respectable day. The Doctor is one of my neighbors and the Colonel just got home from his eighth overseas deployment, commanding a brigade of Marines in Afganistan. Didn’t he need a good, relaxing day?

The fish were not suicidal but there were good numbers around. We couldn’t fool the reds with metal or plastic so we resorted to meat in the form of mullet chunks. That didn’t work great, but it worked well enough to put five or six into the boat.

mosquito lagoon redfish, mosquito lagoon, florida

The Colonel gets a break from combat by getting some redfish.

We then went trouting with DOAs. That was slow. We only succeeded in getting a few shorts. Fortunately, the puffers, who have been out in force, weren’t biting either.
After a lovely day and reasonably successful session we knocked off at about 2 PM.

That is this week’s Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report.

Life is great and I love my work!

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.

Transporting Fishing Rods

How do you carry your fishing rods for transport?

For local trips I usually carry mine in my van or boat, fully rigged. The rods are definitely at risk when carried rigged inside a vehicle, though, particularly since I don’t have a rack in the van. I just lie them in the back, over the back seat.

For airline travel a four piece fly rod stuffs into my suitcase. It’s hard (but not impossible!) to damage a rod inside a metal case.

If you want to carry a rigged rod ON your vehicle, one solution can be found at http://rodmounts.com/  I haven’t used their products so cannot recommend them, but they look like a good, safe solution to the problem of safely transporting fishing rods.

Let me know your favorite method. The best ones will receive a free copy of Flyrodding Florida Salt.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com 



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Tiggie: The Lure and Lore of Commercial Fishing in New England- A Review

Raised in Chelsea, Masachusetts, Tiggie Peluso could have easily chosen a life of crime. His father was a bookie for the Mob, so he certainly had the opportunity. But no, Tiggie chose to move to Cape Cod and earn a hard, honest living as a commercial fisherman.

Tiggie: The Lure and Lore of Commercial Fishing in New England, by Sandy Macfarlane (paperback, 292 pp, iUniverse Star, $22.95), opens a window into the obscure world of commercial fishing as practiced on the Cape in the 1940s, 50s, and 60s. Macfarlane spent months interviewing Tiggie, who shared with her what a difficult enterprise earning a living from the sea was. There were no electronics. Navigation was by compass, weather was read by observing the sky, fishing spots located with a sounding lead covered in grease or wax. Tiggie survived storms, accidents, some of his friend’s drownings and suicides, his own troubled relationships with women, his struggles to make ends meet.

It would be easy to romanticize a book like this. To her credit, Macfarlane doesn’t. The book is authentic, some passages almost raw. There’s humor, too. It’s a good read.

Tiggie was the first person to become a freshwater fishing guide on the Cape, which I found particularly interesting.

Tiggie won’t be for everyone, and it won’t win a Pulitzer Prize. But to those who have a love of fishing, or an interest in Cape Cod, it’s fascinating stuff.

John Kumiski

http://www.spottedtail.com

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It’s Tarpon Fishing Time!

I hope to publish the poem below every year until I die. This year I’ve spiced it up with a few photos by Henrique Depaiva. See more of his exquisite work here…

an ideal world
hot sun, blue sky, clear, slick water
sweat
a graphite wand, a sliver of steel, a wisp of feathers

jumping tarpon

a flash of silver breaks the mirror
then another, and another
feathers land in water
magically, they come to life

fighting tarpon

line tightens
mirror smashed
power
water flies, gills flare, body shakes, shudders
again, and again, and again

tarpon boatside

the beast tires
arms ache
hand grasps jaw
feathers removed
great fish swims free once more

tarpon in hand

tarpon
one of God’s gifts to fly fishers

———

it’s tarpon fishing time…

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

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Indian River and Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

The Orlando Area Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 4.21.12

Cheryl, the official sister of Spotted Tail, was visiting from New Hampshire until Thursday of the week just past. While it was great seeing her, she cut into my fishing time.

On Monday she and I floated the Econ (read the blog post here). The redbellies are bedding. Although I didn’t hit it hard I had a ball catching them, using a three weight and a foam spider.

Got a late start Thursday, wanted to scout the Indian River. Went to the dredge hole on the northeast side of NASA Causeway and worked the flat to Morse Creek. Saw some nice trout and a few redfish, but not nearly enough to make me want to go back.

Friday’s scouting was out of River Breeze. Searched shorelines for nearly four hours. Got two reds and two trout on a jerk worm, all slot fish. Did not find any concentrations of fish, strictly one here, one way over there. Saw some slot reds and some serious trout. My best fish was a 25 inch red, although I was more concerned with finding some than catching them.

seatrout on jerkbait

Back to business next week.

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

Life is great and I love my work!

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.

 



 

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