HESBROS
04-04-2010, 09:52 AM
I wanted to do some fishing saturday afternoon so I put out some messages to see if anyone wanted to join but all my shoreline fishing partners were busy so I went solo.
I arrived at 1600 and the wind was a little gusty. Oh well, I have to try, the tide was not the greatest either.
Started at one my normal spots looking for spots, throwing a 3 In BH SB on a 1/4 Oz Lead Head. I have been neglecting the swimbaits and Steve has been killin' em on the SB.
In short order I got this pancake flattie.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2103.jpg
The catching was slow but there were plenty of bites, seems that allthe little flatties have come to life. I made move and got this flattie which was a little bigger.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2104.jpg
I kept working my area wondering where all the spotties were. They did not want to come out and play it seemed, probably due to the fact there was no current.
I finally got hammered and hooked into a drag pulling fish. I was thinking big spottie? Keeper Hali? I dont know but it is heading for a dock with some structure to wrap around. I was in my waders so I was already in the water between two private docks. Then the fish turned around and came right at me. Right as the fish got to me it made a u large u-turn and went towards a dock that had two pipes that were about 6 inches apart that ran down to the ground and the water level was up to the bottom of the this dock. The fish went straight for the pipes and I thought it went around both and all I had to do was get to the other side of them, so I move right and my line was still going towards the pipes. WTH? So I waded out a little to the pipes and discovered the fish had actually gone between the two pipes and was under the dock. Dang smart fish. Well, I was not going to lose this battle and decided I would just pass the rod between the two pipes under water with one hand and had to grab it with my other hand while keeping it well below the underside of the dock to avoid sharp objects. So I executed my idea and it worked as I hoped and I was fighting the fish again. The all the sudden I got cold from the wid and realized that I had submerged my arms past my elbows during my ordeal and my sweatshirts arms were soaked with water. Oh well, got to get the fish right. A short time later I landed this nice spotfin, not any of my guesses but a worthy fight.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2105.jpg
I released the fish and evaluated my situation and wetness and decided that I could still fish a little longer before I got too cold, so thats what I did.
I made a move down a few docks and finally got a spottie to play, not huge but good enuff for me.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2107.jpg
I kept working and the sun was gone, I got two more spotties that I did not take pics of since they were so small.
Just as darkness came I hooked into another nice fish and it turned out to be this 18 in. flattie.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2108.jpg
I called it a night then since it was now dark, cold, and windy.
Late,
Eddie
I arrived at 1600 and the wind was a little gusty. Oh well, I have to try, the tide was not the greatest either.
Started at one my normal spots looking for spots, throwing a 3 In BH SB on a 1/4 Oz Lead Head. I have been neglecting the swimbaits and Steve has been killin' em on the SB.
In short order I got this pancake flattie.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2103.jpg
The catching was slow but there were plenty of bites, seems that allthe little flatties have come to life. I made move and got this flattie which was a little bigger.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2104.jpg
I kept working my area wondering where all the spotties were. They did not want to come out and play it seemed, probably due to the fact there was no current.
I finally got hammered and hooked into a drag pulling fish. I was thinking big spottie? Keeper Hali? I dont know but it is heading for a dock with some structure to wrap around. I was in my waders so I was already in the water between two private docks. Then the fish turned around and came right at me. Right as the fish got to me it made a u large u-turn and went towards a dock that had two pipes that were about 6 inches apart that ran down to the ground and the water level was up to the bottom of the this dock. The fish went straight for the pipes and I thought it went around both and all I had to do was get to the other side of them, so I move right and my line was still going towards the pipes. WTH? So I waded out a little to the pipes and discovered the fish had actually gone between the two pipes and was under the dock. Dang smart fish. Well, I was not going to lose this battle and decided I would just pass the rod between the two pipes under water with one hand and had to grab it with my other hand while keeping it well below the underside of the dock to avoid sharp objects. So I executed my idea and it worked as I hoped and I was fighting the fish again. The all the sudden I got cold from the wid and realized that I had submerged my arms past my elbows during my ordeal and my sweatshirts arms were soaked with water. Oh well, got to get the fish right. A short time later I landed this nice spotfin, not any of my guesses but a worthy fight.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2105.jpg
I released the fish and evaluated my situation and wetness and decided that I could still fish a little longer before I got too cold, so thats what I did.
I made a move down a few docks and finally got a spottie to play, not huge but good enuff for me.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2107.jpg
I kept working and the sun was gone, I got two more spotties that I did not take pics of since they were so small.
Just as darkness came I hooked into another nice fish and it turned out to be this 18 in. flattie.
http://i296.photobucket.com/albums/mm172/ehesbol/IMG_2108.jpg
I called it a night then since it was now dark, cold, and windy.
Late,
Eddie