In Memory of Bob Hicks

In memory of bob hicks

In memory of bob hicksA man I considered a friend died yesterday. I hadn’t seen him in a long time, didn’t even know he was sick. His name was Bob Hicks.

I met Bob through the Backcountry Flyfishing Association when we were both members. The first time I took him fishing he wanted to get a redfish on a fly. Back then it was pretty easy. I put him on some tailing fish and he got one right away. He was real happy. It was good.

I took him out of Port Canaveral one time. He caught a little bonnethead shark, maybe three feet long. Bob was an orthodontist. I thought he might have a professional interest in the dentition of the critter, so I held it upside down to show him. To my horror he reached over with his highly skilled fingers to remove the hook from the shark.

“Bob!” I cried. “Don’t you make your living with those fingers? For God’s sake, get them away from there!” A potential accident, narrowly averted.

On the way back to the dock we found some crevalle blowing up mullet. Bob hooked one, the fish in the photo to be precise. While they battled the reel seat on the spin rod broke. It no longer held the reel, making a tough fish a whole lot tougher. In spite of the handicap he got it anyway.

Bob knew both my sons, put braces on both of them. His sons were around the same age as mine. Some Sunday afternoons the Kumiskis would meet the Hicks’s at the golf club. Bob was a member there, and he was an avid and accomplished golfer. The kids would hit some golf balls, then we would fish for bass in the ponds. It was a very pleasant way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I appreciated his inviting us.

Bob and I were fishing for redfish in the Banana River Lagoon one time. We found a school of giants but an errant cast made them flee. We searched for them for a couple of hours without success. Finally, I suggested we fish for a somewhat less glamorous specie. “Anything,” Bob said. “I am so bored of this.”
I anchored the boat by a dock where there were a lot of catfish. Using small pieces of mullet, Bob started catching them one after another. The rod bent again and Bob set the hook. Thirty pounds of upset tarpon went cartwheeling through the air. He caught and we released that fish, the first and I believe the only one Bob ever caught.

I would call Bob to ask him if he wanted to fish. While we fished together at least a dozen times, the last fifteen or so times he said no. He was golfing. He was teaching his sons to golf. He must have done a good job of it. At least one of them got a golf scholarship.
But when you get refused enough you stop calling, which is what happened. I would stop by his office occasionally and we would talk, mostly about fishing or golf. He would enthusiastically tell me about his son’s golfing and their golfing trips to Scotland. I told him when he wanted to go fishing again to let me know.

He never did. Now he never will.

“Don’t it always seem to go,
that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.”

Bob was a great guy. We didn’t fish enough and I will always miss that. But I will also treasure the memories of the time we did spend together.

Bob, I hope the greens are perfect wherever you’re playing golf now. Thank you for everything.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

All content in this blog, including writing and photos, copyright John Kumiski 2013. All rights are reserved.




A Pale Blue Dot

earth, photographed by the Voyager spacecraft

I found this while surfing the net, dudes…

 

earth, photographed by the Voyager spacecraft

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

– Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

U.S. Congress Aims at Clean Water Act and Pulls Both Barrels

TO:                         Outdoor Writers and Columnists

FR:                          Izaak Walton League of America, National Wildlife Federation, Trout Unlimited

DATE:                    June 13, 2012

RE:                          U.S. Congress Aims at Clean Water Act and Pulls Both Barrels

 

Over the past 2 weeks, both chambers of Congress have taken aim at the Clean Water Act with a flurry of amendments that undermine hunting, angling and outdoor recreation traditions along with the economic activity driven by these sports.   Sportsmen and women across the country depend on clean streams and healthy wetland habitat, and it is important that they and all Americans understand what’s taking place – and what’s at stake.

 

Congress Launches Blistering Attacks

Since just the beginning of June, the Clean Water Act has been attacked on numerous fronts:

  • On June 1, the House of Representatives defeated efforts to strike a provision in the annual Corps of Engineers budget bill (HR 5325) that would block the Corps from issuing and implementing Clean Water Act guidance for its staff.  Our organizations and other hunting, angling and conservation groups strongly supported the amendment to strike this ill-conceived provision inserted in the budget bill by the House Appropriations Committee.
  • On June 7, the House Transportation Committee approved a bill (HR 4965) barring the Corps and EPA from issuing Clean Water Act guidance or revising their Clean Water Act regulations based on such guidance.
  • Multiple amendments that threaten clean water and wetland conservation are likely to be offered during debate on the Farm Bill.  Amendments already filed in the Senate run the gamut from blocking new Corps and EPA guidance and rulemaking to one offered by Senator Rand Paul that would fundamentally change the intent of the Clean Water Act.

 

Senator Paul’s amendment would gut the Act’s wetland conservation objectives.  It would limit the law only to waters that are navigable by boat or are permanent or continuously flowing and connected to navigable waters.  The amendment specifically excludes certain waters from coverage, including “wetlands without a continuous surface connection to bodies of water” that are covered.

 

The implications of Senator Paul’s amendment are sweeping.  Under this language, wetlands separated from a navigable river by the bank of that river would not be protected because they do not have a “continuous surface connection” to the river. Millions of acres of wetlands provide shallow sub-surface or periodic surface flows to navigable rivers and lakes. These wetlands are crucial to the health of navigable waters, yet could lose Clean Water Act protections if this amendment became law.  Prairie pothole wetlands, the breeding grounds for at least 50 percent of all waterfowl in North America, would almost certainly be excluded because they are not navigable by boat, permanent or continuously flowing, or because they lack a “continuous surface connection” to navigable waters.  If this amendment became law, wetland conservation as we’ve known it for 40 years would be swept away.

 

Wetland Gains Reversed

The erosion of clean water protections under the Supreme Court’s SWANCC and Rapanos decisions and the previous administration’s guidance are taking a toll on wetlands. The most recent report (“Status and Trends of Wetlands in the Conterminous United States 2004 to 2009,”www.fws.gov/wetlands/statusandtrends2009) from the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS) demonstrates that the national trend toward reduced wetland losses – and even small gains in wetland conservation in the early part of the past decade – have been reversed. Between 2004 and 2009, FWS found net wetland acres dropped by 62,300 nationwide, which is a 140-percent increase in the rate of wetland loss compared with the 1998-2004 time frame. FWS also reports that forested wetlands declined by 633,000 acres, representing the “largest losses since the 1974 to 1985 time period.” The full extent of the country’s natural wetland loss is masked by growth of man-made retention and other ponds that are of more limited value for fish and wildlife, which FWS found increased by some 336,000 acres.

 

Outdoor Recreation Economy at Risk

Clean water and healthy wetlands support the nation’s outdoor recreation economy.  Consider the following:

  • According to the American Sportfishing Association, fishing generates $125 billion in direct and indirect economic activity across the United States and supports 1 million jobs every year.
  • The National Marine Manufacturers Association found that boating contributes $41 billion to the economy and supports 337,000 jobs annually.
  • The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service (FWS) reports that duck hunting alone contributes $2.3 billion to the economy and supports 27,000 private sector jobs.
  • FWS also estimates that 6.7 million trout anglers contribute nearly $5 billion annually to our economy.

These activities and the economic growth they support at the local, regional, and national levels all depend on healthy waters and wetlands to produce quality outdoor experiences.  Clean streams and abundant wetlands are essential for fish and wildlife and the hunting, angling, and outdoor traditions tens of millions of Americans enjoy every year. These traditions and the economic activity they create are in real jeopardy today.

 

The current range of attacks by Congress on the Clean Water Act is unprecedented in recent memory.  Members on both sides of the aisle in both chambers are lining up to take their shots.  Not one, but a growing number of threats are rapidly converging on the water resources and fish and wildlife that matter most to sportsmen. We hope you can highlight this issue for your readers.

 

If you have questions, please feel free to contact us.

 

Scott Kovarovics, Izaak Walton League, (301) 548-0150 ext. 223, skovarovics@iwla.org

Jan Goldman-Carter, National Wildlife Federation, (202) 797-6894, goldmancarterj@nwf.org

Steve Moyer, Trout Unlimited, (703) 284-9406, smoyer@tu.org

 

 

Jaclyn McDougal – Regional Communications Manager – Southeast
Phone: 678-436-5072  |  Cell: 404-683-8934  |  Fax: 404-892-1744  |  mcdougalj@nwf.org
730 Peachtree Street NE, Suite 1000
Atlanta, GA 30308-1241
www.nwf.org

NWF is America’s largest conservation organization, celebrating 75 years of inspiring Americans to protect wildlife for our children’s future

 

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A Eulogy For Bonnie

FDomesticusE

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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Indian River and Mosquito Lagoon Fishing Report

seatrout on jerkbait

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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Snoozies!- A Review

snoozies slippers

snoozies slippers

Although with Spring arriving the timing could have been better, two pairs of a new product called snoozies! just arrived in my mailbox.

It might sound stupid but I suffer from being cold while in my house during the Florida winter. We keep the thermostat on 68 degrees here. Such heat as there is doesn’t permeate into my office, a converted porch. Consequently, when it’s cold outside, I’m cold in here.

Snoozies! are faux-fleece slippers with a faux-sheepskin lining. Very simple. Very warm. At $12-$15, very reasonably priced.

They’re machine washable and dryable for when they get funky. They have rubber nubs on the sole so you don’t go skating out-of-control across the tile.

They will help with my being cold in my office. A pair of snoozies! would be a great thing to have in your vehicle. After spending a day in leaky waders they will be warm and dry on the drive home. Delicious.

With Mother’s Day not very far off, snoozies! would make a practical gift for the women in your life. Don’t forget the flowers, though!

They are available in a wide variety of colors, in both adult and child sizes. My sample pair is a very macho Hot Camo color. :-)

The snoozies! website, which needs to be updated, can be visited here. Or you can simply shop for snoozies! at this link.

Take a look at Snoozies! I like them and I bet you will too.

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

For the Sake of Your Loved Ones- Be Prepared with First Aid and CPR

English: CPR training

Image via Wikipedia

A couple of years ago my brother-in-law Bobby was puttering around in his garage one morning when he collapsed, then turned blue. Other than calling 9-1-1, his wife didn’t know what to do. She did what people who don’t know what to do always do in a situation like that- nothing. Bobby, only 50 years old, had had a heart attack. By the time the paramedics arrived ten minutes later, he was dead.

Ten years ago six of us took a ten day canoe trip in the Everglades. There were three adults and three boys aged 11, 12, and 13. While swimming from a chickee, the twelve year old sliced his leg wide open on an oyster shell. We were five days out, as far as we could have been from a telephone or help on that trip.

I pulled out a first aid kit and Ken Shannon went to work cleaning the injury, stopping the bleeding, then binding it. That wound did not get infected and it healed up without being stitched, stapled, or glued. Today that young man has a long scar on an otherwise fully functional leg.

Son Alex and I took our re-certification courses in standard first aid and CPR with the American Heart Association yesterday. It reminded me again how uninformed most of us are about steps to take in an emergency, and how easy it is to get yourself educated.

Everyone who spends any time paddling, power boating, biking, hiking, whatever you like to do that takes you away from a prompt response by EMTs, should have a first aid kit and the know-how to use it.

Look, I truly hope that I am never called upon to use CPR. But this is life, and shit happens. Wouldn’t you rather know what to do in an emergency than to watch someone, perhaps someone you love, die because you didn’t?

Find out more about the American Heart Association’s CPR and First Aid classes here…

Find out more about the American Red Cross’s classes here…

Put together or purchase a well stocked first aid kit with the help of this list…

Do it now, before it’s too late!

John Kumiski
http://www.spottedtail.com

 

 

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Weather or Not: the Mosquito Lagoon and Indian River Lagoon Fishing Report

spotted seatrout from the mosquito lagoon

The Orlando Area Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 3.10.12

First off I want to thank everyone who responded with kind words during my nightmare with the mailing list. There were way too many to respond to individually. I appreciate your patience and cooperation!

Next, last Saturday 10 brave souls attended my Show and Tell Seminar on the Merritt Island NWR. Here’s what a couple of them had to say:

-”Thank you for a great outing Saturday. Super informative and I feel much better prepared to do exploring on my own. You held nothing back and I look forward to putting your advice and counsel into action.” Doug Whitmer

-”Hope I thanked you for a very nice day last Saturday. Got a lot from it and you use your teaching background VERY well.” Dalen Mills

We had a good time and all of us learned something.

And now we get to the fishing. I was supposed to run an on-the-water seminar on Sunday. However, the lightning, rain, and 30 mph winds accompanying a cold front convinced me that would not be a good idea.

The water temperature, as measured by the gauge at Haulover Canal, dropped seven degrees Sunday due to that front.

Monday morning Sam and Dave (not the soul men), son and father, joined me for what turned out to mostly be a brisk morning boat ride. The air was chilly when we came out of Haulover in a largely fruitless search for fish. We did see a couple of redfish and Sam got a dink on the DOA Shrimp. That was it.

Since it was a half day I used the afternoon to go scouting. I found a few reds and managed to get two bites (both of which I missed) but the fish were widely scattered and hard to find.

Wednesday it was overcast and blowing 20 out of the southeast. Eric Hustedt, a fly fisher and Ph.D. from Nashville, wanted to go out anyway. We came out of Haulover and a wave came over the bow of the boat. The water was filthy, roiled up by the wind and waves.

Eric managed to get a trout on a rattle fly. It was a dink, to be sure, but he got it on a fly in those horrible conditions. He had the sense to switch to blind casting with a spin rod.

spotted seatrout from the mosquito lagoon

This was Eric's best trout of the day. Heck, it was the best trout of the week!

Using a DOA Shrimp he managed two redfish and several more trout, much to my surprise. We were out until 330.

Thursday Jim McDonall, a fly fisher and Ph.D. from New York, joined me for a half day. Given my success in the Mosquito Lagoon the previous two trips I did some gambling and launched at Parrish Park. The gamble did not pay off very well.

We did not see a fish in the first spot. Only found a few trout and exactly three black drum in the second. Nothing in the third. We flushed a small and spooky school of reds in the fourth, at which we did not get a shot. And in the fifth there were quite a few trout. They did not bite. There were also a few large redfish. They did not allow us into casting range before disappearing.

Then it was time to go. So Thursday was a big fat bagel.

Wind and developing lung crud prevented me from searching more in the afternoon. I slept much of the day Friday, coughing and sneezing while awake.

And that, folks, is this week’s Mosquito Lagoon and Indian River Lagoon Fishing Report. We’ve had better weeks!

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

Redfish-Fight-Banana-River

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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High, Green Water- Mosquito Lagoon and Indian River Lagoon Fishing Report

The water in the lagoons looks like the water in this ancient bath.

The Mosquito Lagoon and Indian River Lagoon Fishing Report from Spotted Tail 9/25/11

Upcoming Events- Show and Tell seminar on November 5 and 6. The 6th will be an on the water seminar. Details and the signup will be posted 30 days prior.

Monday I decided it was high time to check out the lagoons. I got a late start, launching the boat after 10 AM. The water was high, and green. Although there were a couple of fishing rods aboard, the plan was just to ride around and look for fish.

The water in the lagoons looks like the water in this ancient bath.

And I did find some. There weren’t any schools, but rather some areas where there were decent numbers of singles. Most of the time you could only see their wakes, but in some places you could actually see their bodies. Approaching thunderheads convinced me to load the boat at about 130.

Tuesday Mr. Erik Penfield joined me for a half day fishing. I was confident we’d get into a few even though we didn’t start until 930. Unfortunately that confidence was misplaced. We went to the places where I had seen the fish the previous day, but due to the clouds and ripple we couldn’t see anything. Blind casting with a variety of lures produced only one small ladyfish and a pinfish. We tried chunking mullet for a while, but got only a single spider crab. I was disappointed we didn’t do better. The boat hit the trailer at 130.

Wednesday at 7 AM I launched the boat at Port Canaveral. Rodney Smith was my guest. He was looking for a flounder for supper. By the cruise ship basin we found some jacks busting on mullet and got three or four on Chug Bugs. Then we netted some finger mullet and headed to the jetty.

The rollers were 3-4 feet with some chop. There was a lot of sargassum weed. We anchored the boat and started fishing, trying to ignore the waves coming over the bow periodically. In over four hours of fishing we got a couple more jacks, a ladyfish or two, and a bluefish. And Rodney did get his flounder, not a real big one, maybe a couple pounds though. We used egg sinker rigs with the mullet, strictly bait fishing. It was surprisingly relaxing and fun.

Thursday I got up too early and drove to Stuart for a fishing date with Mark Nichols. We went wading, tossing a variety of DOA products. Although it was fairly slow, the glow shrimp worked best, accounting for four or five seatrout in the 18-20 inch range. The fish were fat and healthy. It was great seeing and fishing with Mark, it had been way too long since I did that. The water in Stuart looks better than the water around Titusville. I can’t say that very often.

Embrace simplicity.

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 2011. All rights are reserved.