01/12/2009



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Fishing has definitely shifted into winter mode—the reds were rooting around bottom, following the schools of horse mullet, and eating whatever it is they eat off the bottom of the lagoon (worms, spats, snails…).Water has almost cleared and it’s COLD. Spent Sunday fishing south of Apollo. Beautiful weather—not much wind, cool but not cold. It was hard to tell whose tails were wagging above the water’s surface in the inlets and bays of the Poll and Troll—mullet or reds. Anyway, we tossed shrimp all day and came away with five reds, three in the slot. T as usual outfished me, but I did OK. The reds had a real peculiar bite—they basically held the shrimp in their mouths, and you had to be really careful not to jerk it out before the hook set. I lost three or four reds that way… They wanted nothing to do with the finger mullets I expertly netted. Not a single trout all day. We kept one red. Somehow marshaled enough energy to cook it that night over oak. We stayed up late on Sunday night drinking red wine, eating fish and rice, and chatting around the fire pit. Not bad, not bad.

Fishing has definitely shifted into winter mode—the reds were rooting around bottom, following the schools of horse mullet, and eating whatever it is they eat off the bottom of the lagoon (worms, spats, snails…).Water has almost cleared and it’s COLD.

Spent Sunday fishing south of Apollo. Beautiful weather—not much wind, cool but not cold. It was hard to tell whose tails were wagging above the water’s surface in the inlets and bays of the Poll and Troll—mullet or reds. Anyway, we tossed shrimp all day and came away with five reds, three in the slot. T as usual outfished me, but I did OK. The reds had a real peculiar bite—they basically held the shrimp in their mouths, and you had to be really careful not to jerk it out before the hook set. I lost three or four reds that way… They wanted nothing to do with the finger mullets I expertly netted. Not a single trout all day.

We kept one red. Somehow marshaled enough energy to cook it that night over oak. We stayed up late on Sunday night drinking red wine, eating fish and rice, and chatting around the fire pit.

Not bad, not bad.