I have been very fortunate to fish with so many great
anglers over the years. It’s always a
treat (and challenge) when a fisherman shares his experiences from fishing
around the world. Fast forward to Sat (5/26) and enter another heavy hitter. Mill was fresh off a Gulf Coast tour where he
had landed a pile of quality trout including a real gator at 7.5, all on plugs.
The plan was to leave all corks and bait at home, find a few of our Golden
Isles trout, and go exploit the amazing flounder bite that’s been going on…all
artificial of course.
Hit the dock a 0 dark
thirty and load drinks and…no ice. Strike
one, and I thought I detected a nervous twitch from Mill (probably just indigestion).
All good, we’ll fish some deep structure nearby and wait 30 minutes for the
boys at the marina to open up. No bites
deep, so back for ice and off we go. There’s a little breeze blowing but the
water looks pretty good. We break out
the bombers and go to chunkin’. Bang,
big bite. Drag screamin’ thinkin big
red, but when we get a look, an absolute beast of a bonnet head has the special
bomber inhaled. So now we’re dragged
half way down the river with no trout. That’s a point against, so minus one
point. We beat some more banks with
nothing to show. Then bang, big bite. Too big. Cow ray = minus 2. Mill picks off a couple of pocket trout, to
actually prove that trout exist on the east coast. I am doing nothing to back
up the amazing trout fishing that St Simons has to offer.
Oh well, time to
break out the flounder crack (Gulp! 4” Swimming Mullet) and start stickin’ flat
fish. Right off the bat, big bite. I
know Mill has just hooked that 10 lb flattie. Cow ray. Minus three.
Now I am pretty sure I am getting the stink eye and I swear that eyebrow
is twitching. OK, deep breath, look over
my shoulder, and I got wind and what looks like an armada of boats moving in.
Time to bear down. And I have got just the angler to get it done. So jigging our way thru snags and break-offs, Mill
starts picking the flattie’s off. Three
hundred ninety two casts later, we are at three. It’s obvious the bite is tough. With time running short, we pick it up a
notch. Three solid fish later, and we
end up with 6. That dreaded “shoulda been here yesterday” is echoing in my
head.
But now the rest of the story. Mill actually kept me laughing the whole trip,
and turned out to be one of those guys you like to have with you on every trip.
Besides being a tremendous angler, Mill
is a world class guy. Look for the upcoming
sequel, “The Quack Attack…Pluggin’ with Mill”. Thanks Mill, I had a great time,
and enjoyed meeting your better half!