We went and tried our luck at Pompano fishing.
You need to catch sand fleas first. Not the gnat kind, but the mole crab kind. I called my local sand flea experts and they told us where to go out on Alligator Point to gather them.
Well, the wind was blowing so hard that we couldn't get near the stretch of beach where they live.
Proving again, if we have to use something other than plastic, we won't catch any fish since we can't catch any bait. Not local enough I guess.
We headed out to Dog Island and fished the east side of it and the west side of St. George island.
We had no luck except for ladyfish. They kept the poop flying all day.
Nancy did catch a trout, but that was about it.
It was a very nice day out though.
Hunter had to leave on Friday, so we got up and hit the oyster bars at the OR mouth.
We put in a dead low tide. The water temp was in the mid seventies.
We decided to hit the clam bar first since the water wasn't moving. Hunter caught a nice trout pretty quick on his Zman bait Swimmerz in pearl white.
He really ate it as you can see by the picture.
As is the case when you catch one early, it was a long time between bites as we moved around the flat waiting for the water to move.
We fished the outer bars with no luck, slid in a fished the middle bars and stuck a trout, and the water really started to move. We headed out to to the pole I have been catching trout on and they were there in the swift water
Hunter connected on his largest trout ever. This 23 inch 4 and 1/2 lb. trout hit his white gulp shrimp about the time it hit the water.
The next cast he caught a 3 lb. trout. I caught a nice flounder there too. He came home with us for a flounder bake he was invited to.
The water muddied after a while, so we slid back to the back bars to try and catch a redfish, but again they are hiding from us this year.
Hunter had to get back to catch a plane, so we loaded the Nan up and headed back to the house with another satisfying fishing trip with Hunter, the tarpon manget.
