Little Trout Everywhere. Pictures Taken With The Polaroid Cube

12.12.15

water temp 63 degrees

We headed out on a warm December day the thermometer flirted with a high of 75 degrees.

Banging some creek mouths near the Broad River we managed about 20 trout, but they were all little peanuts.

We even caught two at once.

I was slow rolling the Zman again.

Nancy was proud because she caught 8 trout on the ol' tourist rig.

We played with my new toy, the Polaroid Cube.

All of these pics were taken with it.  Cool little action camera that measures an 1.5" by 1.5".

Moving the Blog

9.18.14

Ok.  I now have everything set up.

If you like to follow, here is the new address.

http://fishhardlowcountry.blogspot.com

Check it out, and thanks for looking!

Bill

And So It Begins........

9.15.14

We finally have gotten all things in order.
Move in.  Check.
Insurance. Check.
Pay property tax on cars and boats. Check.
Go back and forth between county auditor and DMV to get licenses for car and boats. Check.
Get drivers license. Check.
Get fishing license. Check.
Slap numbers and stickers on sides of boat. Check.
Finally, go fishing! Check.

We ventured out in the tin boat, not knowing where to go except for looking at people fishing around the Beaufort area with my binocs from the back deck.

Armed with plastics and jigheads we headed out on our first adventure.

The good old bonnet head showed up first.  He liked the old fake shrimp on a jighead and put up a nice fight on the spinning rod.

We putted around trying to get used to boating in the area.  Huge tides, fast moving water and endless creeks makes it a challenge. 

We just kept looking for fishy little points and islands where the weeds changed in size and type.

Finally we hit one last place and caught three trout.  Two were South Carolina keepers, 14" plus  and Nancy got a non keeper.  But she scored.

She tried to make it look bigger by holding it out towards the camera.  She has learned well.

Not a bad start to our adventures here in the low country of Beaufort.

Gone, Gone, Gone

8.19.14

For those folks that read my blog I greatly appreciate that.

For those who don't know me, you may have noticed that I quit posting.

The reason is that we have moved to South Carolina to test the waters (literally and figuratively).

We really enjoyed the fishing in the Big Bend.

But, I won't miss the yellow flies and gnats!

Doug Vs. Tarpon, and Doug Won

7.18.14

Destination Unknown or they will come to kill me.

Doug came up from Crystal River to try and slay a  tarpon.  I had some good intel that there was a good bite.

The tide was right on Friday morning and the sunrise was magnificent.  The journey to the fishing grounds was a beautiful ride as fog was rising off the water.  An unusual sight in late July.

We found the tarpon scattered with gar and after about an hour and 1/2 of slinging Bomber Long A's the moment occurred that we had hoped for.

As I was leaning down to grab a water, Doug yells, "Here is comes!"  Usually for Doug that means he is about to pull the plug away from the fish as he hasn't digested all the coffee he drank that morning, but not this time.

The monster fish exploded 30' in front of the boat.  It is amazing to see a fish as long as you are jump up and look you in the eye.

The 45 minute battle had begun.

The big tarpon was really getting some air early in the battle.

Then the long slog of the fish pulling the boat and occasionally coming up for a big gulp of air and then back down again for another long pull.

Doug stayed after him as I handed him water to keep him from dehydrating.

His Blair Wiggins rod and his Shimano reel performed admirably.  But what about those knots!

Finally, we managed to get the behemoth to the boat.  After a DNA swab for the tarpon study and a few pictures, off he went to swim again.

  

The fish was actually hooked below his mouth.  You can see the red spot below the fish's jaw where the Bomber had done it's work.

After all the commotion, we had 7 more come up and crash the Bomber Long A's but couldn't quite get hooked up.  Also had one knock the heck out of the custom made Wicad by Nick Larson, but couldn't connect.

What a day with my bro!

Good Morning Bite

7.17.14

Phil and I hit the mouth of the river today.  He was looking for some fish for a fish fry.

It was a beautiful morning and quite a change from the humid, stormy mornings we have been having lately.

The Ochlockonee was just before a high tide and the water was clear.

We went to the horse shoe bar and it was open as Phil banged 3 nice trout and some small reds and flounders on a white gulp.

I couldn't get anything to look up at the bandonkadonk or cordell,  so I joined the gulp fest and caught a few myself.

As the tide died, we headed up to the long bar just to check it out.  I finally go a trout to look up at the donk and a nice topwater fight began and ended with a 19" trout in the box.

The only fish I could get to hit the Cordell red fin was this.  I think it is a fish.

Phil ended up taking home this nice bag of trout for him and his buds.

Cobia Run

7.9.14

Wanted some cobia steaks and did our cobia run Tuesday.

Started out by the barge off 24 but nothing wanted our freshly caught pinfish.

Hit our holes coming back in to the ramp and managed 3 non keepers like this.

They all had friends following them up when their hooked buddy was coming boat side.

Didn't see any big ones.

We eased in to Mashes to look for tarpon.  Saw a couple, but no takers.

And then the storms came....

Scurried back to the ramp.