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Captains Annual Fishing Update
Ladies and Gents! To any and all with whom I haven’t spoken in a while, I want to wish you all a Happy New Years, Merry Christmas and HappyThanksgiving! I pray that all has been well with you and yours! It has been quite some time having posted anything so it is certainly time to give everyone a Captains Annual Fishing Update!
Fishing the Fall Run of ’23
The fishing during the fall run of 2023 was pretty great. There were plenty of days to struggle finding fish, but there were quite a few days when we were astonished at having seen so many in one place. The key was finding the niche places that the numbers tend to hold this time of year. Not as many places held decent populations of fish but we pressed on each time, locating fish, getting shots and making catches. That’s just the name of the game in sight fishing with a fly in the salt..
Personal Update from Capt Kenjo
Some of you are aware that I have been planning to take some time off from guiding in order to have some surgeries. Unfortunately these plans have now changed no thanks to some failed handshakes in the healthcare industry. So, back to square 1 in regards to starting this process all over again. If any of you readers have a great spine surgeon referral in Texas please don’t hesitate to share!
The Most Excellent News
As this news goes, the most excellent news is that I get to keep guiding this year! Or at least until I can find another surgeon. Spring is approaching fast. But don’t forget! The captains annual fishing update says, “We are not done with our winter fishing yet!” Next week forecast looks rained out but the last few days of January forecast can been great! And February still has promise too! What is certain right now is that the fish are hungry after this cold front and if we can get out there to hunt them, we will have a good chance trying to feed them if we can adapt!
Last Minute Trips
We all now how it goes, we wake up one morning with no plans to go fishing, look outside, see the blue skies with no wind and say, “Dang it! I should have gone fishing today!” Well, stop right there and give me a call at 7am if you want to hop on the boat for last minute trips typically starting at 9am this time of year! Half day trips are $600 this year. Please note: Payment in full is required for last minute trips and for late night calls! -Capt Kenjo 361-500-2552
Summer Jacks Explode
Port Aransas Texas – The fly fishing cauldron of Texas Coast Summer is boiling hot now and the Jack Crevelle are dishing out whoop-ass left and right! We are fishing the witching hours (non daylight) with good success on trout and ladyfish then at sunrise we are stalking tailing redfish pods on the flat and ending the morning chasing jack crevelle in the bay as are our primary targets.
By around 0900 when the rest of the crowds arrive to sweat it out on the flats, we are already finished working the tailing redfish pods and are pulling off into deep water to cool off and target wolf packs of marauding Jack Crevelle. Come test your skills and see if you have what it takes to battle these mighty fighters on the fly!
Call Capt Kenjo ASAP to book your July trips! Multiple days are highly recommended for all the fun you will be having! Don’t miss out!
spring weather
Tuesday (tomorrow), Wednesday and Thursday this week are going to be golden. Give me a call ASAP to get on board for an excellent chance at sight fishing the South Texas Coast. P.S. Wednesday & Friday are booked.
If you happen to watch the weather reports and try to plan your trips around that, it is certain you will go mad as the hatter, unless of course you are already as mad as the mad hatter. In those cases you probably watch multiple forecast sources, and then throw it all out the window. If you try to determine the perfect weather window on your own and schedule everything last minute you will most certainly drive your fly fishing guide completely mad. He already has enough things to juggle without trying to convince his guest anglers that they are not meteorologists and even they are dead wrong most of the time. Regardless, the best way to learn how to fish is to fish in all the conditions that might get tossed at us.
As a true fisherman and mature sportsman once put it, “the best time to go fishing is when the chance comes. And the way to go is with a free and hopeful mind and an eye quick to take note of things. There will be days when the fishing is better than even the most optimistic forecast, and days when things are far worse. Either is gain over staying home…”
Today while we fish in overcast skies and windy conditions we will focus on topwater fly techniques and maybe some subsurface blind casting methods while the winds howl at our efforts. nonetheless we will laugh and have a good tine and learn some new things while we are at it. I fear the day when I would rather sit at home watching to boob-tube I stead of going out into the elements to make another fishy discovery.
Remember, the best guides don’t quit just because there is a little wind. Down here in South Texas if the wind does stop blowing you will certainly pray for it to blow again because the heat and humidity can make it hard to breathe and the bugs will eat you. If you learn to fly fish in the wind, you can fly fish most anywhere, most anytime!
Max Jacks And King Macks
“Boy am I going to miss that fly!” I thought to myself seconds after that big boy jack crevalle finally found the rock that would part the 20-lb leader. This came after a 10 minute dog fight where the brute nailed the red/white fly on the swing and instantly headed for the bottom of the channel. Into the backing, but only barely. I cant imagine who doesn’t love the stopping power of a Hatch Reel.
Fish pumping hard against the Beulah Bluewater 11wt rod, I cleared fly line and then suddenly watched the splice between fly line and backing smoothly exit the rod guides but the fish stopped short by the infamous 9+ Pulse Reel. Its no wonder though, all 9 of it’s bad-ass discs were working perfectly in unison and applied maximum force against the beast.
Back and forth, from one side of the jetty to another, down deep. I wasn’t worried about the fish finding that one rock that sticks out further than all the others until I saw my leader and some flashy white coffee table sized fish below it. Hues of green, blue and silver radiated up from 6 feet below the water’s glistening surface, and then, just as I felt the line begin to scrape against that invisible rock, the drag was backed off and very little pressure was applied to the rod in an attempt to let Max Jack swim out but the fish was straight down, tail still thumping. Trying different angles, and reaching out over the water failed to free the line from it’s snare, suddenly I felt a little pop just as the line went slack. Raising my rod tip I found a keenly abraded tag end to the leader, roughed up but severed in two.
Goodbye Mr. Crevalle. I shall call you Max Jack from now on.
As the excitement subsided, I realized that fly worked like magic, but I had just lost my only one in that pattern. So, I headed to the truck and drove home to fashion two more while the tying recipe was still fresh in my mind.
Within an hour, a turkey sandwich fell victim along with a few handfuls of Fritos corn chips, I was back on the rocks with two new freshly tied red/white flies in my shirt pocket.
As I walked along the stony path, the sea conditions were not as favorable as I had hoped for but as I continued, I decided that the exercise was worth the walk even if I didn’t make a cast. Then sure enough, I noticed cleaner water on one side of the jetty than the other. Taking plenty of time to study the wave patterns, the easterly swell proved that while the waves sets looked small, the sea retained its powerful rhythms. So, I found a familiar perch, and stripped out a lot of line onto the rock, then fed it back into my stripping basket to prepare for the first cast.
One cast… a little short based on my idea of the where is the strike zone.
Strip off a bit more line… recast for #2… Agh, but the wind caught the line as it descended on the water and put a big bend in the belly.
Recast again, looks good, and fly is in the zone… letting the line and fly sink a bit I worked the fly within a depth where the fly remained barely visible… Waves continue crushing the line of rocks as I setup for cast #3…
Good distance made here, the line zipped out of the casting basket during a brief lull in the wind and laid out nicely in front of me. Counting to 5 (one 1 thousand, two 1 thousand, three 1 thousand ect…) I began the retrieve…
Then it struck like lightning! 50 feet of line in the water, and 30 feet of line in the stripping basket, I pulled tight to set the hook with Airflo’s low stretch Tropical Intermediate line and on the second strip-set the fish’s adrenaline demanded even more line clearing all slack in the basket in half a heartbeat. I cheered for my fluorocarbon leader, as if encouraging the 30-lb tippet to hold fast, I checked the drag and found it nice and tight yet smooth as butter on Texas Toast.
She headed for the end, where I knew my odds of even seeing the fish were minus five to one, I jumped from my perch to the next, gaining as much line as possible and recovering the 30 feet of backing as well as some fly line that it had taken before the fly reel forced the fish to turn on its initial run. It turned sharply, and ran to the right, parallel to the rocks but still 40 feet out of sight. Jumping between perches, constantly changing angles and pulling low and hard to the sides, the fish finally succumbed to the relentless pressure that this fly gear was meant to serve to its opponents.
And then, as if time was standing still, the waves sets calmed and aligned with my attempts to land the fish in a safety zone. One the second wave, I coerced the fish up onto a kind rock relatively safe from escape. This fish weighed in on certified scales at 21.8lbs and measured 50″ total length. 30-lb leader was used with 50-lb bite tippet.
Reflect on a few things here with me if you will…
Your equipment must be in perfect working condition. Inspecting your setup frequently helps identify flaws in the system. Your rod should match the quarry you seek. Your reel must have super smooth drags and your leaders tied with properly formed knots.
Your level of preparedness dictates your success. And… the best way to gain confidence in a fly pattern is to fish the hell out of it.
IT IS ON FOLKS! Sharpen your skills as well as your hooks. Practice makes perfect. That’s why I fish in even the terrible conditions. Even if I don’t catch something I will have at least practiced the art of fly fishing. And that my friends, is what makes it all worthwhile. Train yourself in tough conditions, and you’ll be more than ready in excellent conditions. Every athlete knows this routine all too well.
Custom jetty trips can be arranged and dates in June on the flats for redfish are filling fast.
-Kenjo (361) 500-2552
Quality Redfishing Continues
While the South winds are very welcome this time of year and are a promising sign of warmer weather, they were a tab-bit strong today and required some interesting adaptation to techniques in order to find the fish that would eat willingly. But, in the right place and at the right time, the redfish ate eagerly.
Working an area thoroughly and methodically, since the choppy water had visibility low, the incoming tide was creating a nice flow of current and the small size 4 crab fly produced all the strikes today when cast quartering up current. Allowing the crab fly to bounce along the bottom in the current was the ticket, proving that even on the toughest of days when conditions seemed to be unfavorable, the right presentation, approach and working with the wind can still produce great results.
Massive Black Drum on the Loose
Just how BIG is a black drum when he is tailing in 3 feet of water? You can be sure to call them all THE BEAST!
We came around the point and began working a secondary grassy edge and from 100 yards away we saw it clearly. “Oh my gawd! Do you see that? NOW THAT’S a Hooge Foosh!!!”
Carefully approaching with the boat and working hard to keep the boat upwind and the fish down from us with the sun at our backs, the sun light began to shine bright lighting up the creatures colors and we let the skiff glide into position. On the approach, nerves grew tense but the angler was prepared and got off 4 excellent casts, landing the fly just two feet ahead of the fish each time. Somehow though the massive 4 foot black drum did not show any interest in this particular fly so we let the wind slip us off of the flat away from the giant as the brute glided himself into deeper more secure water. Knowing that this beast was grazing like a water buffalo we circled back upwind ahead of where we spotted the giant tailing and made sure to give the area wide berth and allow enough time for the massive fish to move back onto the narrow grass flat and resume the feeding ritual. While repositioning the boat I spoke of courage, and the need for a change of flies. Sure enough, the angler produced a good looker, and I assured him it would get him some attention.
In short order the skiff slid into position again and slightly further down the grassy point, the white back and dorsal fins of the trophy black drum glowed white against the bottom and we saw it turn on its side while it worked the sea floor for some grub. Then as if on command, a large skillet-sized tail flared up and out of the water, waving like wet cellophane reflecting the now shining sunlight and I slowed the boat to a crawl despite the moderately stiff breeze.
“There! 11 o’clock, 60 feet and closing,..” I say with certainty. “Wait for it! Wait… wait…” I whisper, “50 feet now, then 40 feet. Go! Cast! He’s looking away and left and distance is closing!”
I see the fly land perfectly in front of the fish, we count for a few seconds under our breaths for the fly to drop and then call out the cadence, “strip, pause, strip, pause, strip again, OH!!!! He’s looking!!!! Let it lie!” But then the next strip ends up moving the fly too far from the fish and the trophy black drum lost track and turned away.
As we watch the beast glide away, I heard a little sigh let out by the bravest of anglers. The sound of that sigh seemed to have several emotions behind it, including the one of relief that the pressure was finally off. We laugh out loud, already in a state of reminiscence, and protest that the excitement was enough for now, we felt as successful as if we had actually hooked it and landed it because in fact, we moved that fish a good distance by changing our fly, making a good presentation and repeating the steps we took to get off more than one excellent shot at this monster of a fish. That was success enough for sure and not even a minute later as the salt water buffalo disappeared, we saw a dolphin surface in extreme close proximity and as it begin working the same area as us we knew that our chances had ended for the day and agreed to head to the marina.
All in all, we stalked 9 individual black drum all averaging 25-40 pounds, (with half of them easily breaking the 30-lb mark and all were at least between 3 and 4 feet long, maybe the biggest of them were more than 4 feet. Of the 9 fish we stalked, the Angler of the Day managed to produce eight fantastic casts at these fish with perfect fly placement. These monster saltwater brutes are well known for their tenacity and sluggishness in feeding, and the degree of difficulty of even hooking a fish of this caliber on the fly is enormous not to mention how difficult it is to even get them to show interest in a fly! Great respect is deserving for the angler today for his endurance and great exercise of patience while searching for and tracking the massive beasts that prove to even the best angler to be a fair match.
Fortunately, tomorrow is another day to fish, and another day to even the scores, or at least the chance to take at least one more shot at the gregarious beasts.
There are still a few dates open for guided trips to hunt these massive black drum although the weather window may be closing fast with a strong south blow in the lineup.
Call now for your shot at a monster black drum on the fly with Captain Kenjo 361-500-2552
Schooling Redfish
While the winter cold fronts blow through in between these fronts the fishing can be very good in Port Aransas.
Yesterday saw temps in the low 40’s but the sun came out around noon, the winds calmed just enough, and with temps reaching 65F we took the opportunity to go hunt some redfish. We found several large schools of fish and the redfish were eating both flies and soft plastics with reckless abandon. Early tide changes helped keep the action going through most of the day.
Many quality redfish came to the boat today with most of them 20-28 inches.
The next few days are open for charters if anyone wants to take advantage of the hot fishing and moderate winds. Give me a call asap to get on board!
Capt Kenjo (361)500-2552
Fly Fishing Argentina with Patagonia River Guides
Where does one start when telling the story of the greatest fly fishing destination in the world for trout? Maybe I should speak of the “ONE” that got away, which, according to the Owners Travis Smith & Rance Rathie, in addition to all the guides agreeing, it would have easily been the largest fish of the year. But I’ll save that for a little later and let a few pictures tell a story of grandeur, and the ultimate customer service experience. Exactly what Patagonia River Guides set out to do in the first place so many years ago.
When the call came in on a sunny but cold winter day on the South Texas Gulf Coast, the cogs started churning and burning. “Not kidding you Ken, just get on the damned plane! You’re coming with me to Patagonia.” says my long-time friend Dirk. Immediately the shock and awe hit me like a heavily weighted streamer to the chest. Thoughts of giant trout, both rainbows and browns filled my imagination and in short order a small batch of 5 inch articulated streamers crudely fell off the vice. No time to research, no time to visit the fly shop and certainly not the time to sit on the pot. I packed a carry-on sized duffel bag while flight itineraries arrived in my e-mailbox, and I grabbed my 7wt fly rod and all the freshwater flies I could find in my closet and crammed it into my small duffel. In doing so I was easily reminded that I am a saltwater fly fishing guide, not so recent on the freshwater scene when it comes to fly selection. “No worries,” I am told, “PRG has everything you could possibly need.” Waders, boots, fly rods/reels, left and right hand retrieve, flies that work, great food, stunning rivers and lakes with water clarity reaching 30 feet. In some cases, the water clarity allows for even more visibility. What else could someone need other than to get their asses down there for one of the greatest fly fishing adventures ever?
Seven (7) days spent fly fishing 7 rivers. Naming them all without writing down the names of each is impossible for me, and pen and paper wasn’t on the priority lists much less taking time to make notes while fishing. You see, I have a flyfishing problem. I like to throw big flies. Dries and droppers will certainly get you into multitudes of trout, and many will push the 20-inch mark, but as those who know me well can confirm, I am not a numbers kind of fisherman. I LOVE BIG FISH! That is exactly why I guide the saltwaters of South Texas Gulf Coast.
I prefer the excitement of a violent strike from a large fish, and those that come from massive brown trout can require more strip-sets than you think necessary. Early on in the trip the guides would tell me to strip set like a maniac in order to get these fish well connected to your big streamer fly, and in many cases, I lost quite a few quality fish even when I was able to make 2 solid strip sets of the hook. “How in the hell can these fish come unhooked so easily!?!?” I asked myself many times. So, I began to count each strip-set once the fish ate, and tried my best to get past 3 or 4 solid strip sets before I did anything else such as raise the rod tip to fight the fish.
Each day, upon returning to the lodge, the guests and guides would sit outside on the deck, sipping a fine beverage of choice, snacking on olives, peanuts, cured meat and other tasty treats, telling smelly fish lies, and teasing each other over their own wondrous experiences of the day. Each of the guides were extremely personable, kind, and considerate of the guests’ needs and unspoken desires. Leo was in fact a very vocal guide, who knew every rock in the Rio Grande that holds a quality fish. He’ll encourage you to the end, and suggests changing (dry dropper vs. streamer) tactics regularly in order to get a fish in the boat to get the skunk off, then, switching back to your preferred method in order to satisfy the big fish craving that I cannot help. It was on the Rio Grande where I encountered that monster trout… While as we drifted downstream, I noticed a rock shelf, laid out diagonally in the river, with its head, or point, on river left (looking downstream). The gentle riffles dump into a pool so deep you cannot see the bottom. Without mention, Leo had already positioned the boat for me to make the perfect cast, 60 ft long cast required, a back handed cast and with 22mph winds blowing upstream and across my casting shoulder, we all ducked to let the 6inch purple leech whiz past and amazingly the wind ceased to exist for the 5 seconds it took to execute the cast.
The fly landed in the water at the tip of the narrow channel just up current from the perpendicular line. “BIG MEND”, I hear Leo say with confidence, and so I do it. Three seconds later, as my line begins its downstream swing, I begin to strip in order to keep the fly just off the edge of the gravel shoal as the current sweeps it down and the 200 grain sink tip fly line puts the fly directly in the face of the largest trout I have ever witnessed in 20 years of fly fishing. A massive flash appeared in the water, revealing a trout as big as 30 inches or better judging from the size of the flash it produced when it turned to inhale the massive purple leech. I set the hook with a long-armed strip set, and then I repeated that motion 3 more times… Leo is quite, and possibly beside himself and I can hardly muster the words, “HOLY SHIT! BBBIG FISH! BIG FISH LEO!!!!” …In a fraction of second I realize that this fish has put itself on the reel already and is now pulling against the smooth drag of a Hatch 5+ reel. My guide Leo, maintains the boat position in order to keep the line tight to the fish, and without the fish even jumping, we fight the slimy beast all the way back to the boat where it makes another valiant run using the deep currents to its advantage and shows itself broadside 10 feet away. Instantly, Leo states that this is the biggest trout he has ever witnessed on the Rio Grande and swiftly grabs the giant landing net in preparation of landing this beast. Carefully and slowly, but with maximum pressure, I inch the massive trout closer and closer. Now, only the leader is out past the rod tip, but the fish is 4-5 feet straight down where we cannot see it and directly under the boat. What happened next is tragic and disheartening, but I must have put too much pressure on the fish when trying to lift its head up so that Leo could get the net under it and I pulled the hook from the gaping jaws of this seemingly prehistoric trout.
And that was it folks… this trout was “THE ONE” that got away. I got everything back, the line, the leader and even the fly with the hook still intact and in good shape. The fish escaped and that’s just how I like it. Swim free my pretty. The World is yours, as much as you want, and as much as you can handle. After all this excitement, the two-way radio squawks and the time to break for lunch was announced by the team just downriver from us. Stopping riverside for lunch was always welcomed, especially after this epic battle. I was in no hurry to start casting again, and took the opportunity to relax the forearm, toast to a couple NRB’s and sip some fine wine and let the sun warm the body.
From one day to the next, we bounced from spring creeks with 20ft holes, 15ft bluffs and massive trout ranging from 3-8lbs to big wide rivers with inflatable rafts to ferry us downstream hitting all the likely dives along the way. The Rio Teka was no exception, and with its high overlooking bluffs, an angler and guide can work the fish over on foot like there is no tomorrow.
Many more fish came to hand although I only encountered one more fish that came close in size to the Rio Grande Monster. That fish was spooked and understandably, it was not my fish to catch. Mostly due to a fouled fly in a logjam near the front door of the fish just as I prepared to launch the fly upstream. On the last day of fishing as we headed to a river in the park with Esteban and Jauny, we talked in the truck about the river and Esteban tells me it is a short and narrow river but large in the volume of water passing between the lakes. Indeed it is a cozy river with towering mountains alongside and deep between two lakes which require a motor boat to ferry the guides, gear, and clients to the fishing grounds. Long-time PRG Guide Esteban tells us we are going to a place most fisherman call “HEAVEN”, and where few fish see any flies. We were to be targeting “Quality over Quantity”. Immediately as I hear this, my heart begins to pound and I can feel the adrenaline pumping throughout my body as flashbacks of the Rio Grande Monster flood my imagination. “Could there also be a Monster Trout lurking in this river too?” I say under my breath so that the guides don’t know my anxiousness… “Why yes, of course!” Esteban replies without having heard my question. Or… did I say that out loud? Fishing the river in the park requires alot of work, much on the part of the guides with constant rowing to maintain excellent boat position, as well as the anglers who have the most difficult cast of putting a heavily weighted streamer in the mouth of a giant trout. It is more than worth the effort though just to see the place, much less get to fish here. With the motorboat loaded to the gills with two inflatable drift boats, three guides and three guests, we arrive at our secondary launch site, a nice gravel bar at the mouth of the river where massive ancient evergreen trees seem to tell the stories of years past. Sooner than later, the rafts are assembled and gear is moved from the motor boat to the inflatables, along with 7wt fly rods paired with 300 grain sinking lines.
Again, a massive Chernobyl-esque wooly bugger is tied onto the 0x fluorocarbon tippet and Juany and I shove off in search of another monster trout. It is a short float, with most the time spent in back eddies, casting into swift mainstream currents, dropping down into 3 different pools below raging rapids, letting the fly and line sink for 20-30 seconds and swinging it through the likeliest of fish holding areas. Juany has been with PRG since the beginning and his ability to speak English is better than he realizes. I seem to think that he is just a quiet man around the general population but should speak more freely with clients, or as much as the client wants to engage in conversation. All the guides at PRG are attentive and work very hard to adapt to their client’s wishes and personalities. Thoughtful conversation can be found at anytime, yet that Golden Silence is never far away allowing for the guests to simply take in the breath-taking scenery that this wild land has to offer.
Many fish came out of nowhere and would trail the fly and take swipes at it as it would hang in the current just below the water’s surface. One nice brown trout tried to eat the fly 5 times in total, and came back for it 3 separate times after it had given up from missing, returning to the depths. I would then pay out line quickly to let the fly drop back and down and then start those short but fast retrieves where it would reappear ready to eat again. Any fly fisherman, especially those who travel the world, cannot ask for a better place, with better accommodations and better service than what can be found in Argentina with Patagonia River Guides. If it takes you years to save for a trip like this, you wont see any of it wasted and the guides on the rivers and staff at the lodge will keep you begging for more! I cannot wait to go back, but the memories burned into my brain during this recent trip will keep me satisfied for many years to come and may never be beaten by an American trout fishery. For me, it is better to list the best things about a trip, than it is to compare them to another experience, or another place. The unique habitat and ecosystem that Argentina hosts is comparable to none, stands out above the rest and the guides will keep you laughing while you wrestle the trout of your life! I’d also like to give a special Thank You to my hosts for the week, Dirk, a great friend and industry companion and client who made this trip possible for me, as well as special thanks must go out to PRG Owners Travis Smith and Rance Rathie, for putting together such a smooth operation around a colorful fishery where the fish are willing to come out and play any day of the week. Now its back to the saltwater flats for me, scouting out redfish, black drum (there are some big’uns around) sea trout and flounder on the good weather days and on the bad weather days I will spend cleaning and repairing equipment in anticipation for the warming season fly fishing the Texas Gulf Coast out of Port Aransas.
Keeping the hooks sharp, Capt Ken Jones ([email protected]) 361-500-2552 – Port Aransas, TexaFall Fishing South Texas Saltwater
While it has been awhile since I have posted any reports or stories, I can assure you I have been busy chasing the local tail. While on the water very little attention has been given to the camera, and more time has been spent with rods in hand and tighter lines. As with any fishing experience, there have been some great days for catching, and some great days for fishing. That being said, it goes without saying that there is no such thing as a bad day of fishing!
A perfect example of what some might argue as a bad day of fishing versus an epic night of fishing is when you get spooled 4 times in one night of hunting tarpon.
Somehow though I still felt the need to apologize to my crew for finding tarpon that were too big to catch with the equipment we had to use. Never in my life did I anticipate apologizing for this reason, especially because of the epicness of the tarpon hunt. But, because of the beating we all took during that trip, it was worth cracking my apology as the joke of the year. Hell, before the trip even started when picking up the crew from the airport I felt my own nervousness showing through, something inside me knew that it was going to be the sickest fishing trip that any of the 8 of us had ever experienced in a total of 120 years of combined fishing experience.
Redfish and trout are still in the bay and reports of big black drum are starting to trickle in steadily from local sources.
With the cool Norther that we are getting right now as I write this article, the fish should respond well to the dramatic change in weather patterns are start putting on the feed bag in order to fatten up for the impending winter season.
Next weeks weather patterns are looking excellent, with a little bit of rain later on in the week (fish are already wet and don’t care if it rains). We should have calm seas with moderate winds early in the week and should make stalking redfish and trout pretty exciting.
A sad thing I have noticed alot of people doing recently is that they are running their motors across the flats. For those of you with your own shallow running boats, take the time to respect the law, and more importantly, the environment from which we take so much pleasure.
Stop your outboard motors at the edge of the flats and either get out and push, or use a push pole or trolling motor to get your boats onto and off of the flats. With a little research of the maps and some forethought, you will find short routes on and off the flats for quick trip, or longer routes if you have more time. Use the wind to your advantage to help push your skiff onto the flat, and if you plan your route correctly, the wind and tides will help you move your boat off of the flat just as easily so that you do not exhaust yourself.
Please be mindful of all the plants and animals on which we tread. I am certain that if a redfish could, it would be waving the “Dont tread on me” flag as well.
If you are interested in booking a fly or spin charter for redfish, trout, drum or flounder, I have This Sunday November 10th available and Wednesday the 13th of November. Give me a call or email to get in on the action.
Keeping the hooks sharp,Capt Ken Jones ([email protected])
361-500-2552 – Port Aransas, Texas – Certified Wildlife Guide