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Plo, 7/30
I met up with Michael (redfish12) and his lady-friend, Samantha, at PLO to hunt for some flounder after seeing Joe's (comeonfish) video from last week. I hit the water at around 8am.
I started off working the grassy areas and riprap for some puppy drum, but it was dead low tide, which isn't the most productive time. No hits. Then I started jigging the inlet for flounder while dragging a bottom rig for spot. Still no luck. The wind was blowing pretty steady out of the north which made for pretty fast drifts.
I saw some birds sitting on the water out in Cornfield Harbor, so I hauled it out there while trolling a #13 Tony spoon. The birds were just hanging around some discarded crab bait.
I went back to the inlet and met up with Michael and company, and we headed out to look for some flounder. The wind was really crazy out in Cornfield Harbor, even though the buoy said it was only blowing around 12 and gusting to 15-16mph. It felt much stronger than that, I and was drifting close to 1mph. We found some humps and started working them for flounder and croaker and still had no luck. I picked up a 16" striper that fought like a bluefish on the Tony spoon, so at least I got the skunk off my boat.
We headed to the area just north of the pound net to get out of the wind. I started working my way shallower and shallower trying to find some spot without even a nibble. I got out on shore to mark my territory and to pick up some jugs of Yamalube I saw on the beach. When I got back in, my rudder wouldn't turn. I got back out, checked the rudder, and saw that the port side line had broken. Then the flies descended on me. Fortunately, I had some bug spray, which fended them off long enough for me to MacGyver a temporary fix with some 20lb fluoro, but I still couldn't turn to port very well. I decided to head back to the marina because I didn't want to fight the wind and current without full use of the rudder, and I wanted to see if I could get it fixed at Bluhaven that day. Of course, that was when the croakers started biting. 
I didn't want to end the day on a bad note, so I tried for some spot and puppy drum again back at the marina. I picked up three 9" spot for dinner, but no puppy drum:
I swung by Bluhaven to see if they could fix my rudder cable. They were closing early, so I left my yak there and will pick it up later this week. The repair price was reasonable and much preferred compared to sweating, cursing, and offending the neighbors while trying to fix it myself in my shed.
Anyway, the water temp was 84-85*, and the salinity was ~12. Things are slowly getting back to normal. It was good fishing with Michael again and meeting Samantha. Unfortunately, my pics of the kayak fishing couple came out blurry, probably because we were drifting so fast.
I started off working the grassy areas and riprap for some puppy drum, but it was dead low tide, which isn't the most productive time. No hits. Then I started jigging the inlet for flounder while dragging a bottom rig for spot. Still no luck. The wind was blowing pretty steady out of the north which made for pretty fast drifts.
I saw some birds sitting on the water out in Cornfield Harbor, so I hauled it out there while trolling a #13 Tony spoon. The birds were just hanging around some discarded crab bait.
I went back to the inlet and met up with Michael and company, and we headed out to look for some flounder. The wind was really crazy out in Cornfield Harbor, even though the buoy said it was only blowing around 12 and gusting to 15-16mph. It felt much stronger than that, I and was drifting close to 1mph. We found some humps and started working them for flounder and croaker and still had no luck. I picked up a 16" striper that fought like a bluefish on the Tony spoon, so at least I got the skunk off my boat.
We headed to the area just north of the pound net to get out of the wind. I started working my way shallower and shallower trying to find some spot without even a nibble. I got out on shore to mark my territory and to pick up some jugs of Yamalube I saw on the beach. When I got back in, my rudder wouldn't turn. I got back out, checked the rudder, and saw that the port side line had broken.
Then the flies descended on me. Fortunately, I had some bug spray, which fended them off long enough for me to MacGyver a temporary fix with some 20lb fluoro, but I still couldn't turn to port very well. I decided to head back to the marina because I didn't want to fight the wind and current without full use of the rudder, and I wanted to see if I could get it fixed at Bluhaven that day. Of course, that was when the croakers started biting. I didn't want to end the day on a bad note, so I tried for some spot and puppy drum again back at the marina. I picked up three 9" spot for dinner, but no puppy drum:
I swung by Bluhaven to see if they could fix my rudder cable. They were closing early, so I left my yak there and will pick it up later this week. The repair price was reasonable and much preferred compared to sweating, cursing, and offending the neighbors while trying to fix it myself in my shed.
Anyway, the water temp was 84-85*, and the salinity was ~12. Things are slowly getting back to normal. It was good fishing with Michael again and meeting Samantha. Unfortunately, my pics of the kayak fishing couple came out blurry, probably because we were drifting so fast.
. Will be out with my son Wednesday night weather permitting.
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