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Against the Flow

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I made a conscious effort last year to not fish the “popular spots” for tarpon; at least I avoided those spots as much as possible. In fact, I only cut bait one time at Bean Point all season and that lasted about 1 hour before my clients asked if we could go somewhere else. It wasn’t that we hadn’t been catching fish, alongside everyone else, for the previous several years. It just got crowded and stressful; even when we were catching fish.

Maybe I’m just getting old or maybe my definition of success has changed throughout the years, but at this point in my life, I’d rather hook a couple of Tarpon, than 20 Tarpon if I can do it all alone. There’s just something special about not following the pack and going against the flow.

So, last year I decided I was going to do things differently. I was going to watch everyone head one direction in the morning, but I was going to head the other. I was going to watch everyone else throwing the net, while I skipped that and just rolled out with a dozen crabs. I was going to work hard at finding my own fish, while every one else flocked to the massive schools of tarpon. Even if it was just schools of 5-10 fish, as opposed to the thousands that school up at Anna Maria on the big tides, I was determined to avoid the crowds. I wasn’t sure how it would work out, but you know what? We had a blast all Summer long and we caught tons of fish.

We didn’t have a lot of 20 fish days last Summer, but, we also didn’t have any of those days where we were passing off rods to other boats, work- ing our lines under boats to try not to get broke off, or having other people’s fish get tangled up in our lines. It was peaceful, exciting and it was successful. It was the way Tarpon fishing was meant to be. Just you and the fish.

I’d love to say that I figured this all out on my own, but I didn’t. Long time Tarpon guides like Jim Lemke, Glen Taylor and Tommy Ziesmann have been preaching this style of contrarian Tarpon fishing to me for years and I was absorbing it but, until last year, I really hadn’t put it into practice.

You wanna know the secret that they had spent years trying to drill into me? Well, here you go. There are fish everywhere in the Tampa Bay area from May through the end of July; not just where the other boats are. There are fish up in the bay, around the bridges, in the passes, on the beaches, in the ICW, in canals, in marinas… all Summer long. Of course they move around with the tide and the bite changes with the tide as well, but you can find fish on your own every single day if you really look and put your time in. Also, you don’t need a school of 1,000 fish to hook a bunch of fish. All you need is 10 schools of 10fish to wear your- self out. You can hook just as many fish out of 10 pods of 10 fish as you can out of 3 herds of 1,000 fish, if you fish them right and you can most likely do it by yourself, because everyone else will flock to the big herds of fish.

There’s nothing wrong with the party type of atmosphere of fishing around a bunch of folks. In fact, at times it can be exciting. When you hook up, everyone gets excited and starts cheering anglers on and it really is like a big party. There are tons of fish at those well known spots and when the bite is on, it’s really on, however, I think for the next several years, my clients and I will be going against the ow and chasing after those fish that are typically left alone in search of that one bite that will make our day. There won’t be the cheer of the crowd when we hook up, but oh how we’ll enjoy hearing the drag sing and sound of the splash of the “Silver King” as it hits the water.

Captain Clay Eavenson
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Targeting Trout on the West Coast of Florida

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With a delayed winter, a windy start to Spring and strange weather coming through at a rapid rate thanks to our friend El Nino, it’s not the ideal time to fish, unless you like targeting big trout as the fronts continue come through.

It’s widely known that trout love overcast and rainy weather. It seems like the worse the weather is, the better they will bite. Through the warm fall and early winter, many anglers wondered just where all the trout were. They were tough to and and harder to catch. Now they are showing up and ready to bite for anglers and the trout are big ones at that.

On a recent bad weather day in a cold north breeze, Capt. Chris Wiggins landed three trout over 25 inches with one nearly 30 inches. Those are trophy-sized trout. Capt. Wiggins likes to fish dock lines with medium-sized shrimp and a small split shot above the hook. He works the shrimp like a lure, slowly twitching them along the bottom. By the end of the day, his clients had landed 30 trout.

Fishing for big trout often means that you are looking for a single fish or small groups of sh. On colder days, when the sun is out, the fish might be up in shallows (1-2 feet of water) where it warms up more quickly and they are rarely expending energy. During pre-front days, they’ll be on the move, actively looking for their next meal.

Artificial lures like Yo-Zuri pencils that can “walk- the-dog” or suspending baits like Crystal Minnows could entice the bigger fish to bite. This can occur on the edge of deeper grass flats where they wait for their next meal. In shallow water or at low tide, a single gator trout could be sitting in a sand hole the size of a bucket or as large as a basketball court.

Small trout tend to await prey in similar areas, but you may nd that when you’re catching schools of trout, they tend to all be a similar size. When the bite is on, it’s not uncommon to catch a few dozen, or more trout, in the same spot. For these smaller sized sh, jigs and soft plastics can entice a hot bite. Bring a dehooker or a pair of Mustad pliers to unhook and handle small trout as little as possible.
This year, I experienced a new way to fish the cooler water temperatures. A traditional pattern on the Big Bend would be to anchor up-tide and fish the bottom with jig heads tipped with shrimp in holes, river mouths and oyster bars. It’s a technique that has been tried and true for decades, on our coast. I admittedly grew up using live bait, so I was eager to learn new techniques for cooler water artificial fishing with Captain Mark Brady, Captain Jimmy Nelson and Luiza Barros.

I began by throw- ing my favorite topwater lure. I love throwing the biggest topwater I can find from sunrise until mid-morning, while the sun is at a low angle. It typically produces action – at least when the water is above 75-degrees. On this particular morning, I stuck with my topwater out of pure stubbornness, like a dog with its favorite bone. It didn’t work, but going to a super slow artificial did the trick. It took about 15 minutes to break every habit I had with artificial lures. I am accustomed to fishing lures fast, violent and aggressively, but I eventually slowed it down to a mind numbingly slow pace. Within minutes I had a solid 23 trout and then one after another. Luiza plucked a few on her Mambo Mullet by Egret Baits and Jimmy popped a few on his Yo-Zuri Crystal Minnow.

There were a few key points to our success. The retrieval rate must be S-L-O-W. I’m talking as slow as one of those Twilight movie plots (no, I’ve never watched one). When you think you’re working slow enough, add more time. The un- spoken secret to fishing on the flats, this time of year, is that there’s virtually no bait on the flats, so if you can keep the lure in the strike zone long enough, you increase the odds of a bite tenfold.

I don’t always advise heading out when the conditions turn poor, but if you’ve got a sense of adventure and you want to bend a rod, it can lead to fish that really want to eat.
Changing conditions mean fish are on the move. Fish on the move mean energy expelled and energy expelled means feeding time to replenish. With the rapidly changing weather, trout should be eating.
For more captains that capitalize on our trout fishery, visit Outdoors360.com for recommended guides and additional information & videos.

The Heart of Paradise: The Short Ride to Long Key

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When I think of the Florida Keys, the first places that come to mind are Key West, Key Largo and Islamorada. These towns are famous for being meccas for fishing, diving and simply living the island life, but buried deep in the heart of the Florida Keys is one of the best hidden gems of all, Lime Tree Bay Resort. Lime Tree is tucked away on the bay side of Long Key, halfway between Islamorada and Marathon. This upscale resort brags to have the best sunsets in all of the Keys. Recently, Captain Jimmy Nelson invited me to spend a few days there with him and fellow Salt Life pro-staffer Luiza Barros for some fishing. How could I resist?

Our first day was supposed to be all about the reef. A quick dive in the morning and then we slipped off the Cressi wetsuits and started looking for some quality meat sh to ll the Grizzly Coolers. One of my favorite parts of fishing the middle keys is the seemingly endless supply of patch reef structure. We were out with Two Conch Charters and they put us to work hauling in snapper, grouper and hog sh. As we neared the boat’s limit of each, the Captain suggested we pull anchor and look for cobia. I always get a little nervous leaving a perfectly good fishing hole to go find more sh, but it wasn’t my place to complain. We already had enough snapper in the Grizzly to feed us for a week, so what difference was it going to make? As it turned out, it made all the difference in the world.

I don’t think we travelled for 15 minutes when I heard the captain yell “Cobia straight ahead!” Jimmy, with a Yo- Zuri, and me with a weightless Mustad 8.0, pierced the nose of a freshly netted pin sh. We slowly approached what we quickly realized was an entire school of Cobia. My heart was racing as I flipped lunch out in front of the biggest cobia I could spot. I heard Jimmy’s drag start singing out and as I glanced over my shoulder in jealousy, I felt the solid tension of the start of my workout. As the sharpened point of the Mustad hook pierced the jaw of my cobia, the battle began. We battled with some quality cobia for what felt like just a few minutes but was probably more like a couple of hours. Just as quickly as it began, the battles were over, but not before we had the boat’s limit of Cobias. All I could think about as we headed back to the marina was how in the world are we going to top this day?

In the Florida Keys, every day promises the possibility of being the best day yet. On the second day, with the lactic acid still fresh in our muscles from the long relentless cobia fights from the day before, we headed down the road to meet up with Capt. Dave Jones of the Gimmie Jimmy. As we idled out, we excitedly told him the tales of the previous day’s adventures. He just smiled with that “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet” look and we planed off the boat and headed offshore.
In the keys, the reef line is just a few short miles from the comfort of the resort. Patch reefs, grass beds and scattered rock piles litter the sea floor between the islands and the reef and then it all gives way to the gulfstream, dropping off steadily from a few dozen feet to a few hundred. When it comes to Captains, Dave Jones is among the best of the best. We have often trusted him to guide us through the waters of the northern Caribbean and on this trip, as well as all others, he did not disappoint. Deep dropping has quickly become one of my favorite types of fishing. The mystery of 1,000+ feet depths creates an excitement rivaled only by the exuberance you experience when all your guesses of what is on the other end of the line give way to the answer as colors appear in the sea of blue. Queen Snapper, Tile sh and Grouper all call these depths home and Captain Dave is a pro at landing them all.

After hours of slinging these depth dwellers in the boat on to the SeaDek, we switched to the pursuit of the pelagics. A wahoo, sail sh and a school of dolphin, before squeezing in a few mutton snapper on the reef. Its hard to believe that we did it all in eight hours. We had an epic day of fishing offshore, or, as Dave would call it, an average day in the Florida Keys.
Back at the resort, we enjoyed evenings of pure relaxation. Lime Tree Bay Resort’s onsite restaurant treats its guests like royalty. The sh could not be fresher and the steak still makes my mouth water. My favorite thing is to sit out in the hammock by the coconut trees and I could be found there pretty much any time we were not eating or fishing. A good set of Wiley X glasses takes the edge off the sun and peace is just a light breeze away.

For some, the Florida Keys is a once in a lifetime checkbox on the bucket list. For others, it is a routine stop as a weekend get away. For me, the Keys have always felt a little like home. Whichever category you fall in, fall into the Lime Tree Bay Resort and experience the authentic Florida Keys’ lifestyle, with a little bit of luxury on the side. World-class fishing is a coconut’s throw away, and you will be able to enjoy some of the best island experiences the Keys have to offer.

Shallow Water Spearfishing

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As most fishermen know, gag grouper season is closed for the next several months. The week before the season closed, we were lucky enough to find some awesome water visibility, which enabled us to end the season by spearing some nice grouper.

Since the water was so clear, my father, Alex Spring and myself decided to load up the boat with our spear fishing gear and head out to our favorite ledges and rock piles. As we anchored, we began to put on our wetsuits and got ready to hop in the water to check out the area. The first day, we went out to dive some shallow spots. After fishing the spot for a few minutes, I slipped into the water and instantly saw a large school of gags eating some fresh chum.

After loading my gun, I breathed up and made a dive to the bottom. As I was lying on the bottom waiting for a shot on a large gag, I noticed a big flounder swimming above the reef. I took the shot on the flounder and put the sh in the boat. After reloading, I heard my name being called in order to put a second shot on a sh. My dad had just shot a decent cobia and needed a second shot to finish him off.

After a few minutes of fighting the sh, I was able to grab the cobia and subdue him. He immediately went into the cooler next to the flounder. After a few more dives, I was able to sneak up on a one of the larger gags and place a shot on his upper back. After thrashing around like crazy for a few minutes he managed to tear free from the spear and escaped into a hole. Although we were unable to land that one, we were able to shoot a few more gags before the current picked up. Before heading in, we decided to troll around and look for spots for to explore the next day. After trolling for a little while, we found an awesome area with rocky, hard bottom and scattered ledges that were also showing sh on the sh finder. We knew exactly where we would be making our first dive the next day.

As were riding out on day two, big grouper were on our minds. After chumming the new spot that we found the day before, Alex and I dove in to see what was going on. After swimming around and shooting a few keeper gags (and another flounder) we still did not find the large grouper that we wanted. After a few more dives, I looked over to see Alex with an absolute giant gag. The sh weighed 15 pounds. Although it would be pretty hard to find another sh of that size, we did manage to find the honey hole of gags. Every time I took a breath and dove to the bottom, I found myself either on top of a large keeper gag grouper, or a big male hog snapper. Soon enough we had our limit of gags, climbed back in the boat and called it a day.

Following up on an epic day like the one we had before would be tough and to make it tougher, on day three, we had to be in by noon to avoid the rain. As we headed out in the Gulf with overcast skies, the day’s prospects seemed dim. We had 2 hours to spear 6 grouper in less than ideal conditions. Feeling con dent, we accepted the challenge and made our way back into the water at our first stop. Within 5 minutes, we both shot and landed our first groupers of the day. After that, it seemed to be too easy as we shot our limit of gag grouper as well as a few bonus hog sh to top off the day.

As I climbed into the boat with my last grouper, Alex was making her way back to the boat with hers. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see a 6 foot tiger shark swimming erratically around the back of the boat and making a lot of sharp turns. It was obviously excited by the smell and sounds of grouper being speared and was “lit up”, clearly showing the telltale signs and markings that are special to the Tiger Shark. Unfortunately, my dive partner was still in the water. After yelling for her to come in, the shark made a hard left and followed Alex right up until she was in the boat. It was definitely a close call, but everyone made it out safely and we had our limit of gags with time to spare. We met our challenge and with rain on the horizon, a cooler full of sh and a close encounter with a Tiger Shark, it was time to go home.

STARTING 2016 OFF WITH BENT RODS!

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Now that all the holidays are behind us and most of us are getting back to our normal routines with regular work weeks ahead and most people in other areas of the country are shoveling snow and stuck indoors, the sunshine state offers some great fishing this month. Trout takes center stage as the big Gator Trout invade the Grass flats. You will also find a variety of fish on the reefs from Sheepshead to Grunts; it’s a good time to fish in the bay.

Trout fishing is great this time of year, as the Gator Trout invade the flats. You can expect to find some awesome Trout fishing on the South Shore of Tampa Bay. Finding the big girls is not all that hard, just find the healthy turtle grass with good tidal ow or deeper areas with oyster bot- tom and the big Trout will not be far away. As for tackle I love throwing artificial baits, this time of year. One of my favorite Trout baits has to be the Zman Pearl white Minnowz rigged with a 1/8 ounce Jig head. This bait is relatively easy to use and will produce a ton of fish.

Sheepshead is another great option that is commonly over looked by most anglers. They are one of the best fighting fish around and during the months of January and February they show up around the artificial reefs to spawn. Sheepshead are somewhat different in both their appearance and what they eat.

They like to eat barnacles from pilings which are a little hard to find as bait. I like to use small shrimp with a Daiichii #1 circle hook. Add an adequate amount of weight to get your baits to the bottom. Sheepshead have a VERY soft bite so you will go through a bunch of bait until you find the perfect hook set. Trust me, it will take a little practice. Areas to target for sheepshead include any type of structure or reef. Artificial reefs are great starting points and the GPS numbers are available on the Internet. These same areas are typically shed hard by others, so you probably won’t find the big fish here.

Finding your own secret ledge that holds fish will be the key to catching BIG Sheepshead. Best of all, unless you give someone the numbers it’s all yours to sh by yourself. Once you have figured out how to fish for Sheepshead, you will soon be hooked on catching these Zebra looking, great tasting fish.

Red fish are also plentiful this time of year. I typically have great success around the residential docks, creeks and deeper oyster bars, this time of year. Shrimp is my favorite bait, when targeting Reds in the winter. Using a Free lined bait or possibly adding a split shot for weight is the best technique for Red fish. Keep in mind that Red sh love crustaceans and pick up on the scent, so soaking live or dead shrimp on the bottom will work great. This is also very effective when water temperatures are low on the colder days. You will catch a lot of smaller fish this time of the year, but with a little patience, you will find the bigger ones move through, as well. Tight Lines!

Captain Jason Prieto is a native resident ofTampa and owner of Steady Action Fishing Charters. Visit www.steadyaction shingcharters.com. Catch him on the radio by tuning into Tampa Fishing Outfitters Radio Show on Sunday Mornings from 8 to 9 AM 1040 Sports Talk the Team.

Cabo Fever

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I recently wrote an article in this publication about my month long experience living and working on a fishing boat in Cabo San Lucas. Once that month had own by, I unintentionally found myself in an epic adventure that lasted almost four months.

There is something about living in Mexico, while working long and hard catching big fish and winding down at the end of the day in party town, where apparently cool women who work on boats drink for free. All of that just made the time zip by like nothing at all.

The four months that I spent there felt like days, with not a bad one in the mix. It was such an incredible time that it is next to impossible to describe in just one article. (There will be more)

After the month of July, no more rooster fish were caught along the shoreline, but an abundance of small mahi and tuna had taken their place. It became common practice to load up our live well with buckets of sardines in addition to the usual dozen goggle eyes. On our way offshore, or back in again, we would stop the boat about a mile offshore and y line sardines on a 2/0 j-hook. While we were stacked up in a convoy of boats all doing the same thing, the small tuna and peanut mahi would smash these top water snacks relentlessly. It was a great way to grab some easy dinner, that is, if you could land your fish before the local sea lions took their share.

When catching the tiny tuna, it became tradition to pop the heart out of the gills, while still beating and munch it down with a little lime and a beer chaser. It wasn’t too bad, something like wet tuna jerky, but more appealing.

The bigger tuna were the main prize. After giving the clients a taste of catching the little guys, we would head offshore to hunt the big ones. We would be clustering together with other boats that were also following the pods of spinner dolphins. We landed a few monsters, but too often we would waste time with a shark.
Trolling for marlin was a daily task and while often successful, the number of sailfish we landed as ‘bycatch’ was unbelievable. I even heard people refer to them as a plague and indeed their numbers almost fit this definition throughout September and October.

The crew may have been bored by the sails and sought only the blue and black marlin, but I was always excited by each catch. Releasing sailfish all day was just fine by me, until my epic failure. I was reviving a sailfish at the side of the boat and the movements I was making had attracted another predator I was unaware of. The boat was in gear and with one hand on the bill and another on the dorsal, I weaved it through the current while it regained its strength. When I felt it ghting again, I gently released
it and watched the sail slowly kick off into the depths. I loved reviving the fish and it was always somewhat of a spiritual experience for me. I was feeling good about my beautiful moment returning the sail to its home and I heard the clients on the other side of the boat trying to spot the fish and say “oh there it is over there” and pointed in the opposite direction. I was confused, because it was still diving on my left side, so I turned to the right and saw something dive quickly into the depths. Oh crap, I watched in horror as the sail fish came out of the water horizontally in the jaws of a dang sea lion. I reached out my hand and let out a slow motion nooooooo, but it did nothing to help. The sea lion swam away with the sail fish’s head in its mouth, with the bill protruding from the predators face like some sort of uni-seal or narwhal. So much for my spiritual moment.

There was never a dull moment during my Cabo adventure, with head scratching moments like catching a parrot fish using a strawberry for bait, or seeing a marlin swimming in 3 feet of water in the marina and watching someone catch it barehanded. There was also the day that we had a double hook up on marlin, only to discover that it was only one hungry marlin that was landed with a hook in each corner of its mouth.

I can’t say enough good things about fishing with Blue Sky in Cabo, so please treat yourself to the first-hand experience. Don’t forget to tip your mates! 🙂

Quinlyn Haddon
quinlynhaddon@gmail.com
blueskyfishing.net

SPEARFISHING THE LEDGES OF TARPON SPRINGS

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While sitting in class and day dreaming about shooting fish, my phone buzzes with a text from my dad saying “Top to bottom viz back home”, so I call my dive buddy and good friend Alex Spring and we make the trip back home to Tarpon Springs. The next day we pack up the car and leave Boca Raton and FAU for the weekend to head back to a more familiar place for me. Growing up free diving the waters off Tarpon Springs made me familiar with the many fish and bad visibility. Alex grew up diving the waters off Fort Lauderdalele, which is crystal clear, blue water, but with not as many fish. The goal for this trip was to only shoot trophy fish, so that’s what we did.

The next day, with the boat loaded, coolers filled with ice and dive gear stowed, we ran out to some of our favorite ledges. We started by chumming and fishing the spot to draw the fish out from the rocks. After chum- ming for a while, we put on our dive gear and slipped into the water. I turned to Alex and told her to make the first drop down. I explain how the grouper will all be out of their holes and will be very spooky, so be ready to take a quick shot. As predicted, the spot was loaded. Keeper sized grouper all over the place. I patiently waited, hoping Alex is able to line up and shoot her first gag. After about 20 minutes of diving, Alex came up from a dive screaming for a second shot. She had rocked up a nice gag, so I dove down and saw a huge head emerge out a hole and I placed a kill shot. The gag was a monster and also her first “West Coast” gag weighing 10 pounds. We snapped a few pictures and continued to dive the spot a little longer, hoping to see another big gag within shooting range. Seeing Alex get her first big gag out the way, it was time for me to put a fish in the cooler. My favorite fish to shoot back at home are big hogfish. On one of my dives, I landed right on top of a big hogfish but he spooked and swam up current. Keeping calm, I patiently waited and swam softly up current hoping I would find him. Sure enough, after about a minute, I spotted eyes on a big male hogfish and landed a great shot, pinning the fish to the bottom. As we rode to the next spot, Alex was tell- ing me about her first dive out or Tarpon Springs. She said, “I’ve seen more grouper in this one spot than I have seen my whole life”. This was coming from a girl who has speared in the Bahamas, the east coast of Florida and the keys.

We dove on a few more ledges off Tarpon Springs, picking up a few more hogs and smaller gags. We decided to make a move to some shallow spots that hold some big fish and a lot of them. This particular spot is a small ledge where the sand meets the rocks. As we jump in, the current was moving fast, but the spot was fishy. Alex had another gag rocked up and was about to take the shot, but couldn’t make out which pair of eyes belonged to the keeper she saw swim in, so she poked her spear in and 5 undersized gags swam out along with the keeper she saw. It was what else swam out that left us scratching our heads and caused nightmares for the following weeks. About a 40-pound cubera snapper came darting out from under the 3-foot ledge and disappeared into the dis- tance. In the blink of an eye, a fish that would have made this great trip a legendary one, was gone. We didn’t let that stop us. Minutes after, we had 3 cobia swim up behind a stingray. I instructed my 12-year-old cousin take a shot at one of them with his 8-foot pole-spear, but it sadly tore him off.

On the last few dives, we made some drifts over some long rocky areas to pick up a few more hog snappers and maybe a big grouper or two. On our first drift, I personally saw approximately 200 undersized gag grouper in a 300-yard long rocky area. It was insane. The floor seemed to be covered with grouper. It made me very happy to see the popula- tion so thick, but what made me even happier was seeing Alex shoot a fat hog snapper on her last dive of the day. All and all, the spontaneous trip home turned out to be great day on the water, with plenty of big fish. Celebrating long-time friend Brandon Vinklers’ 18th birthday that night put the icing on the cake to a great trip back home.

To follow our fishing adventures, follow us on Instagram!
Alex Spring: @alex_spring21 and CJ Peppe: @cjpeppe

Sink or Swim

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In December of 2013, I was on vacation in Florida from Canada and went fishing for the very first time. I was terrified in the beginning, having zero experience with saltwater life or the ocean itself. A friend and I went out on kayaks on a perfectly calm and sunny day, yet still I was white-knuckling the paddle. I was sure that once we put the shrimp in the water, every gnarled-toothed shark in the ocean would be sent into a feeding frenzy in the dark unknown depths below us. As it turned out, we survived. I had a wonderful day and hooked up on a fat blue fish, which dragged me around for a few moments in the kayak. The fish was released, but I was hooked for life.

Back in Canada, in the middle of winter, I found myself obsessing over fishing photos on the web. I could no longer handle my separation anxiety, so I decided I would move to Florida.

Three months later, I packed up my bags and drove myself to Sarasota. I spent a week fishing all day, everyday. I met many wonderful anglers who were very helpful and eager to show me the tricks of the trade. I was so moved by the lovely response that I received from the fishing community that I began to wonder if I might be able to make a living fishing.

I started calling inshore fishing charters and was laughed off on every call “I’m a one man show” was the most common response, usually stated in a tone highlighting my naivety. I was not deterred however; I simply took this to mean I would have to call bigger boats.

My next call was to Captain Jason of bad habit sport fishing charters. I promptly explained that I had no experience but that I was ready to learn all that I could, and break my back in the process. He agreed to give me a chance.

Later that week I was at the boat at 5:00 am for my very first day. With my Captain and another mate, who was there to train me, we got the boat ready and set off.

By 7:00 am we picked up the 6 enthusiastic clients and began our day. We drove out for what seemed like hours and maybe it was. “Have you ever been sea-sick?!” Captain Jason shouted back to me. “No, sir” I responded, thinking in that I had never even been on a boat to get sick from. I didn’t even know the difference between port and starboard and here I was on a boat with 8 men, headed out into the middle of the unknown. What had I gotten myself into? I had been forthcoming about my inexperience, but had not confessed to anyone my deep fear of the ocean. I was absolutely terrified.

Hours and many miles later, it was time for my real test, the dreaded anchor. I was warned that this would be the hardest part of my job and told that I would likely fail. With the sea legs of a fawn on ice, I shimmied up the side of the boat with the other mate to drop the anchor. It seemed simple enough but I could not stand on the bow without falling and shaking from pure fear and adrenaline. I let the anchor go with my hands so tight on the rope that it burned me and started bleeding instantly.
I watched yard after yard of rope get sucked into the depths knowing I would be the one to haul it back up in a few minutes.

After fishing for a while, filling my wounded hands with fish guts, the time had come to pull anchor. We went back up to the bow and I watched the mate lean way over the front to attach the anchor ball. As he struggled with it I thought to myself that I would never be able to do that. With all the adrenaline how would I ever be able to dangle myself over the bow like that? I swallowed my fear, grabbed the rope and started hauling. 100+ft of rope, 30 ft. of chain and a 30-pound anchor later, I had done it!

We returned to the back of the boat and as I huffed and puffed I turned to the other mate and said “how long are we out for today?” Surprised that I had not been informed how long our shift was, he told me “10 hours” I thought, crap, I had better get something to eat. I went below and grabbed some beef jerky and a banana. When I came back up everyone was freaking out and saying “Throw that banana overboard right now”. I asked, “Is that a joke?” and they responded, “Captain says lose the banana, you had better toss it”. Feeling like the audience in the final scene of titanic, I watched my precious nutrient filled banana sink into the water and out of sight. Lesson #850, Bananas are bad luck on a fishing boat.

Around 5:00 pm we arrived back at the dock to clean all the fish we had caught. We had a Limit of amberjack, a limit of grouper and a few other fish in our medley so we rolled them onto the dock. We had attracted a large group of people in absolute awe of our haul. It was a pretty cool feeling only enhanced by the relief of having survived a day of chasing my dream and battling my fears.

We dropped off our clients at the boat ramp where I received a mixed goodbye consisting of “Good job today”, “Hope to see you again in the future”, and “Come to your senses and quit”

This served only to reinforce how badass I was and I couldn’t have smiled bigger. I will never quit.

It has been a year and a half since that day and I now travel the world working on boats. People always ask me how I got to where I am now and this is the story. Big thanks to Captain Jason Sherrill for giving me my first break in this industry.

Earning Your Stripes

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“I’ve been a die-hard snook fisherman for as long as I can remember.”

When I was a teenager, back in the 80’s, I would travel over 100 miles just to get the chance to catch snook. Some- times it would be Cape Canaveral and other times it would be Tampa Bay. Either way, this was the only way to get my “snook fix,” until the day I earned my own local stripes. This is a day I will never forget.

I was fishing for bait back in Ozello, along the banks of an old abandoned limerock pit that had been filled in with saltwater, due to its close proximity to the marsh. This pit always held lots of pinfish and mud minnows that we would use for redfish bait in the backcountry. On a bright sunny summer day, I saw what seemed to be logs lying on the bottom of a drop off. I really didn’t think much of it until I saw one of them move. After I turned my focus to those logs, I realize that they were not logs; they were actually snook. Yes snook, all the way up here in Ozello in an old abandoned lime rock pit! Wow, Who would have thought of them being way up here, but there they were right in plain sight. Back then the normal northernmost range on the West coast of Florida for common snook was thought to be Tampa Bay and Anclote Key. Now, you can understand why I was in such amazement when I had discovered that there was a population of snook way up here in the Big Bend.

Since then, there has been much more re- search done on common snook and now their northernmost range is actually closer to Cedar Key. There are still a handful of snook catches reported north of there every year, but not enough to target them as a species like trout or redfish. There are still a few people that cannot grasp the fact that people catch trophy-sized snook in Yankeetown and Crystal River on a regular basis.

A large percentage of the snook that are caught in the Big Bend region are caught in the spring and summer. These fish are com- ing out of the fresh water rivers and creeks where they spend their winter. Snook are what marine biologists call a catadromous species. This just means that they spend most of their lives in freshwater, then migrate to saltwater to spawn. There are still many snook that are found year round in the large freshwater springs in the area.

Targeting spring & summertime snook in this area can be done a multitude of ways. The first way would be with topwater plugs, like the Mullet 120 by Unfair Lures or the pencil bait by Yo-Zuri. Most people will use a top- water plug only in low light conditions, but let it be known that it can be used throughout the entire day, as long as there are mullet swimming on the surface of the area that is being fished. Being able to see past the glare is a must when using topwater baits in the middle of the day. The sight of a 20 plus pound snook destroying a topwater bait at high noon is something that will be burnt into your brain for as long as you live. The down side to this is that heavier than normal tackle needs to be used since the strike is so violent. Medium heavy action rods like the Tsunami Airwave 8-17# class or even the 10-20# class rods will surely increase the chances at land- ing one of these monsters. Using a minimum of 50# Yo-Zuri fluorocarbon or monofilament leader is necessary to minimize cutoffs.

Another good way to target these fish is with a jig and small soft plastic combination. This technique is more user friendly to the tackle. This may be the best way for light tackle anglers that want to land a trophy. The DOA
3” Cal Shad Tail and the Wedge Tail Mullet Egret Baits are both great baits to use because of their versatility. You can make them mimic a baitfish or a shrimp just by changing the speed of your retrieve. Another great plastic to use is the Vudu Shrimp by Egret Baits. This bait seems to trigger a feeding reaction in snook. Using a 30-pound leader is sufficient for jigging because most fish get hooked close to the edge of the mouth where the leader does not come in contact with their rough sandpaper like teeth. It is just up to the angler to keep the line out of their gill plate if the fish goes airborne.

Live bait fishing is the most effective way to catch extremely large fish, especially fishing an area that is near deeper water. The best choice of bait would have to be a 12” mullet on an 8/0 Mustad Demon Perfect circle hook on a minimum 60 pound fluorocarbon leader and 50 pound braided line. Combine that with a heavy action Tsunami Air Wave Elite 20-40lb-class rod and a Canyon 5000 spinning reel. This sounds similar to what most people would be fishing for tarpon with because that is exactly what it is. Big fish need big tackle when using live bait.

Whatever method you choose to target snook in the Big Bend Region, please remember to practice catch and release whenever possible. This will insure that they’ll be here for years to come for all of us to enjoy. If you find yourself up this way and you see me on the water there is a very good possibility that you are in the right area for earning your stripes.

Captain Marrio Castello ofTallTales Charters 352-454-7719 | www.TallTalesChartersFL.com

Yacht Camping In PARADISE!

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Cabo San Lucas is known for its outstanding Marlin fishing. They have blue, black and striped marlin; all found only a few miles offshore. The marlin are so close to shore that on occasion they’ll be spotted in the marina waters.

Autumn and Winter are the peak times of year for catching marlin, but there are still many fish worth hunting in the summer. Even if you miss out on that trophy marlin, I believe the incredibly bizarre rooster fish to be far from a consolation prize.

For the entire month of July, I decided to head to Cabo all by myself to work and live on the Blue Sky fishing boat. It was confirmed by many people that I had lost my mind. A 26 year-old female travelling alone to live at a marina in Mexico does sound a little crazy, but it was one of the best decisions that I have ever made.

The marina community made staying on the boat a really special experience for me. It was a unique lifestyle that I can only describe as being like that of a homeless Queen. Many days, the neighboring boats would invite me over for fresh sashimi, ceviche and cold beers. Everyone was extremely friendly and gener- ous; I rarely wanted for anything. To top it off, some nights, when the boat was too hot to sleep in, I would go to the top tower and fall asleep in the cool breeze as I watched
the stars.

One of the rare days that we did not have charters, one of the first-mates and I took out the kayak for some bottom fishing. He had never kayak fished before, but since I do it a lot in Florida I felt confident that we could head offshore together in a two person kayak. The two of us headed out with determination and a thick language barrier in a kayak with no seat attachments and no rod holders. He selected a point 11 kilometers away and we began to paddle there. In the beginning the waves weren’t overly large and we were able to ride the current a little bit. It took us a few hours to get to the spot and by that time the wind had begun to pick up creating some white-caps.

We set up over the spot and dropped down our bait. Immediately I hooked up with a trig- gerfish and as I reeled it up, there was another fish following it. With a heavily rolled ‘R’, Julio started shouting “rooster, rooster”. We rigged up with a bigger hook and tried to en- tice him back, but to no avail. The current was picking up and pushing us into the rock wall, where the waves were breaking 30 feet tall. Julio was getting a little nervous and was un- able to steer us away quickly enough. We got into a rhythm where he would rig up the bait while I paddled for 10-20 minutes to get back to the rock bottom. We had time for one drop as we drifted back a quarter mile and repeated the process for hours. I was exhausted and it was too rough to even stop to eat my lunch. A few hours later, we decided to call it a day.

We paddled back into the current as the wind picked up significantly. With no rod hold- ers, I pinched a rod between my legs to troll a top-water popper-lure for roosterfish, all the while paddling and steering hard to keep from being spun by the waves. It took about 3 hours to paddle back and each boat we passed stared at us and took photos. Appar- ently kayak fishing isn’t very popular in Cabo and I now understand why. I worked almost every day that I was there, as the lovely crew and I would take one to three charters out daily. We would spend most of the time during the trips trolling a variety of lures for tuna, Dorado and marlin. The days when we were unsuccessful during this off-season, we would head inland to bottom fish. On the days when we were successful catching the game fish, we would raise a flag for each fish with an image of the species. It was interesting to see all the boats at the marina at the end of the day fly- ing the flags of their recent catches and it pro- vided a great opportunity for bragging rights.

We were able to catch several roosterfish this month including two five footers that were replicated for trophies. I was informed that the roosters of this size are very intelligent and can only be tricked into taking a hook us- ing pink fluorocarbon leader with a line test of no greater than 50 pounds. We also used medium sized 5/0 j-hooks with live bait. It seemed that the type of bait was not as im- portant as it was to have it be lively. All of the roosters were caught about 100 yards from the shoreline, both near sand beaches and rock outcrops.

The roosterfish may not be known for its con- sumption quality, but it is one of the hardest fighting fish for its size. Both of the trophy fish took over twenty minutes to land.
If you are looking for a different kind of fishing in a place with good food and great people, come to Cabo for your trophy rooster! The FishBrain App will be running a contest in
the near future to win a trip on the Blue Sky fishing yacht. Download the free mobile app and check in at fishbrain.com for more information. I look forward to being your host for this trip!
The locals don’t fully understand the appeal of catching this species, but since this unique critter is not found in many places in the world, it is definitely sought-after by many tourists.

During the month of July in Cabo, we experienced the nearby hurricane Dolores.
For a few days it had affected the success of catching marlin and Dorado, but the rooster and grouper bites remained consistent both before and afterwards. The bottom fishing is always a guarantee and lush with gorgeous and colorful species I had never seen before.

I thoroughly enjoyed my month of yacht camping on Blue Sky in Cabo San Lucas and
I have to give a huge thank you to my spon- sor Dorsal Brand for sending me! To all of the crew, Captain Juan, Julio, Mario and the boat owner, Jim, thank you for the stellar hospitality– see you again soon!

Quinlyn Haddon
QuinlynHaddon@gmail.com
PHOTOS BY: Julio Telles
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