Monday, March 24, 2014

Little Corn Island Nicaragua DIY Bone Fishing Expedition

3.13.14-3.18.14

Nancy and I headed down to Nicaragua to enjoy a bone fishing trip and an island vacation.

The water was nice!


The food was good!



The people were very friendly!


The accommodations were like big boy camping.


My travel companion was nice to me.



Did I say the water was nice?



Caught this snapper in the surf and busted off three tarpon this evening.  My face is expressing the shock of catching a fish!


Alas, no bonefish were seen or caught on the island, but I did see this nice school of bones in the Miami airport!


That Was Fun!











Tuesday, March 11, 2014

First Inshore Outing of 2014. Nancy 2 Bill 0

03.10.14

Water temp. 64 degrees

We took the tin boat to the mouth of Ochlockonee River for the first inshore outing of the year.

I was getting over the largemouth bass fever and the afternoon finally got warm enough for the boating to feel comfortable.

We were surprised when we got to the ramp to see such tannic water conditions, there must have been more rain than I realized when I was down at the Big O.

Nancy put on a show fishing RIGHT handed, since the first mate thought he had brought her left handed rods, but it was a boating malfunction, so she knuckled down and went right handed.

She brought two trout to the boat in our brief time on the water.  As usual, these river trout were sporting their colors.



As you can see in the background the wind was up blowing pretty good and it was tough to stay on a hole with the wind blowing one way and the tide pushing the boat another.

If Nancy could have presented her white gulp better, she may have loaded the boat!  Even right handed.

Monday, March 3, 2014

Red Sox Training Camp 2.29.14

While we missed the big bass blast on Tuesday we still had fun at the Red Sox Park watching the Sox take infield and knock a bunch of balls out of their park.

Napoli tomahawking


Big Papi taking them deep








Peter Gammons Thinks the Champs Look Good

They couldn't hit my sinker!

Lake Okeechobee Fishing Report Part 3


Hunter and I left Tuesday morning to get him back on the plane and to catch a little of the Boston Red Sox spring training in Fort Myers.

We told Wally and Doug where we had caught the fish and to just keep casting the frog and the would  get the bass.

By 10 o'clock I had got the message they were on them hard and heavy.

These pictures look like they came from a 1980 phone, and that is true as Doug left his iPhone in the truck and Wally had his relic of a phone in his pocket for these snaps.
















































The bass had gotten even larger Tuesday as Doug and Wally caught two over 6 lbs. and many 5 lbers.
They were weighing them and Doug's five biggest was a touch over 30 lbs. and Wally's five best was a little under 30 lbs.  They estimated they landed over 100 lbs. of fish on a great Tuesday morning.  All on Spro Frogs.  Unbelievable.

Lesson learned on spawning fish at the Big O: keep going back, they will be there soon!


Lake Okeechobee Fishing Report Part 2

We talked last year about trying out new water while at the Big O.
So we decided to head up to Lake Istokpoga which is about an hour away from Moore Haven.
We arrived to the sight of big sand hill cranes gliding in to the boat ramp area.
We fished hard for a few hours and started realizing it was different from Okeechobee as the bottom tapered to the shore line.  So, unlike the Big O, when you cast to the reeds the water was inches deep instead of feet deep.
We finally found an area that was promising and consisted of boat docks, weeds and bull rush.
My first bite on my birthday was the biggest bass for us for the day.

This nice 5 lb. plus largemouth ate a senko in some cut off reeds.  It was a great birthday present.
We fished back and forth in this area and landed a few more buck bass and lost a couple of nice fish when one of the members of our outing thought that he could catch them with a spinning rod.  Much to his surprise the sissy stick wasn't a match for the large bass he had hooked up on (Doug).

We headed back to the house and I received a text from Nick.  He had landed this nice bass on his Spro frog.

While the fishing on Lake Istokpoga was tough, we felt pretty good about landing two good fish on a lake we had never visited.

On Thursday, Hunter arrived from Charleston.  The fishing was a lot of casting for the guys on Thursday, with a few fish coming aboard.

On Friday, we were able to fish three boats and scout more areas of the Big O.

We fished near the ramp in the hayfield, the spawners were leaving but a few fish were still there.

Hunter scored his first Big O bass on his new rod and reel with a Big Dipper swim bait.


Hunter decide to show off his Charleston tan with this nice fish.


I managed a few fish too.


While we were satisfied with the numbers of bass on Friday, the quality we were looking for wasn't there.

On Nick's boat, his Dad Larry caught the big fish of the trip though.  I beautiful 8 lb. largemouth ate his Big Dipper in Pelican Bay.


Pictured with Larry is Nick 1, who also caught a fish that day.  Not bad for a knife maker from Oklahoma.

We bid farewell to Nick 1, Nick 2 and Larry Saturday morning as they headed back to Atlanta, Utah and Oklahoma knowing we wouldn't have Nick's big bass pictures coming across our phones to keep us pumped up.


On Saturday we headed back into the hayfield near the dock due to the fog.

Nick had given us a tip on the Spro frog and I had bought one for everyone when I picked up Hunter at the airport in Ft. Myers.  A Bass Pro Shop is at the same exit, good for them, bad for the bass as the  frog sure played a big role in banging some nice fish as the next wave of fish came to spawn.

The fog and frog gave up this bass Saturday morning.


The fishing again was slower than we wished, but the Spro frog kept our confidence up.

Hunter scored with this fish on the frog and you can see how they really eat this frog up as the frog is way down it's throat.






We got off the pond a little early because the fish just weren't biting like we wanted.  We hoped Sunday would be better, but we were greeted by a parking lot full of tournament anglers and many areas were covered with anglers.

Hunter and I headed down towards Little Joes Cut to try some water we had caught some fish on a few years ago.

We caught a few fish but missed plenty.  The fish weren't quite committing to the bait, but I did flip up a couple of nice ones on a Goo Bug.


We managed a few more buck bass throughout the day and decided to get off the water before the tournament weigh in and we didn't get stuck in the traffic the weigh in would present.

Monday was Hunter's last day to fish.  We felt good about the area we were fishing and knew we had missed some nice fish the day before.  I was hoping for better results for Hunter on his last day of fishing, but I never thought it would be a day to remember.

Monday was the first day that we weren't greeted by a fog bank.  We were able to go straight to our spot near Joes Cut and start fishing there immediately.

The water temp had climbed to the low 70's from the mid sixties when we first arrived.  Maybe this is what brought the wave of fish that moved in over night.

Hunter started throwing the spro frog and a I started flipping, but it was soon evident that the topwater would be the trick that morning.

Hunter started crushing the fish as soon as we got the trolling motor moving and they were grown ones.


This fish had gotten much bigger overnight as the females were coming in to spawn.  All were fat with white bellies which indicated they were fish just coming ashore to have babies.

The bite was as an exciting bite as the morning tranquility was punctuated with huge slurps of bass inhaling the frog and Hunter saying "there's another one!" and grunting to keep their heads up out of the grass to get them boat side.

I put down my flipping stick and joined the fun.


Hunter just kept bringing them in.


This morning bite finally started to die.  We figured since the water was navigable in Doug's flats boat we would take a ride down to the hayfields in south bay.

There were fish in the fields but all we could land were the small buck bass guarding fry.  We motored to the outside of the weeds and decided to make a few casts out front.

Hunter managed to catch this toothy fellow on a chatter bait.


As you can see in the background of this picture a little line of clouds were forming and we decided to head back to the ramp area, not wanting to get wet or blown about.

On our way back the clouds thickened and rain fell for a little bit, but it noticeably cooled off.

Since it was Hunter's last day of fishing and it didn't look like the clouds were going to turn into anything menacing, we decided to give our morning spot one more go.

Hunter mentioned that the cloud cover would help.  Damn, he is a prophet as the bite for the next couple of hours was tremendous.

The fish were all over topwater frogs and devouring them.






Again these fish really wanted the Spro Frog.



I managed to get my casts in, between taking Hunter's pictures.  I had lost my Spro Frog the day before due to operator error in the knot tying department and had purchased a Live Target Frog the night before from Roland's bait store at the ramp.

While it didn't work as well as the Spro, some nice fish liked the change in diet.



























The bite finally slowed as the sun reappeared and I got to thinking that I just had my best day of bass fishing ever, and it was with my son!  How awesome is that!

We figured our five best fish each would be a tad over 20 lbs. with Hunter leading the way.

Wow!

The Big O blew us away Monday!