I have a fishing report that I never thought I would get to write, but before getting to that you need to write these numbers down and avoid this spot. Gary McElduff recently lost his entire lower unit when he hit a barely submerged block of concrete while fishing a tournament and did us all a huge favor by passing along the waypoint numbers. He wasn't running very fast at the time of his unexpected collision, but this block of concrete is a widow maker!
Kelly Broussard later emailed me a picture of an individual standing on that block that would have you idling all over the lake just knowing it was there. The numbers are N 29°57.308' W 093°50.921'. Thanks again to Gary for sharing the waypoint and Kelly for reminding me to post it.
There are two more immovable objects in the same general area that can also deal you some grief on a very low tide or following a strong norther. We have marked them several times over the past two years only to have someone remove the wire and the bleach bottle and now just slowed down when in the area. The mine field stretches from about a half mile south of Stewt's to the north tip of Pleasure Island.
This solid red smacked a chrome-blue back She Dog.
After suffering through a tough week that yielded far more redfish than trout for us, I had an unforgettable trip yesterday. I guess it is a once in a lifetime deal as it hasn't happened for me in the past 42 years. Bill Prewett and I managed to only fill a redfish limit on a very user-friendly day earlier this week and the Legers and I had only five trout and two limits of reds fishing in a howling wind for less than half a day.
My Wednesday group canceled due to the weather report and canceled again the folowing morning to fish Big Lake rather than Sabine. Marie met me at the launch at daylight, handed me a check for half a fee, apologized for any inconvenience and drove back to Big lake. That isn't the first time that I was canceled at the last minute, but I would never have driven over here just to give me a check!
At that point it was go home and take care of honey-do's or go fish a little while and the weather didn't look overly threatening at the time. I decided to check out a few deep breaks on the ICW for a couple of hours while straightening out tackle boxes. Only because I noticed several schools of bait on the surface while idling out did I cast net a few in hopes of catching one or two flounder.
The "happening" began after boxing four trout for supper when two fish hit at the same time. I had a live bait rig stuck in a rod holder and I was bouncing a split tail mullet off the bottom when they hit. I caught, measured and released the 26 inch trout before even checking the other rod which I was reasonably sure was attached to a redfish. Sadly enough, it was a 4 to 5 pound trout that had swallowed the hook and was bleeding badly.
I added it to the smaller trout that I had decided to keep for supper, caught and released two more trout in the six pound range and moved to a similar spot that I hadn't fished this year to see if the big trout were holding there as well. Over the next thirty or so minutes I would not catch another trout that small!
The first fish hit like a flounder, but eventually turned out to be a 27 inch trout that put on a show on the surface. Because the next trout was even longer, I took the time to weigh her before putting her back. She weighed just under 8 1/2 pounds. I was still fighting my next trout when two fishermen eased up behind me on their troll motor.
"We saw you catch those first two fish from a distance and we thought they were reds, but this is just unreal," one of them said. They had their little "Capt. Lamar Belcher" cameras on their hats and they hung around long enough to record five more fish before we departed in opposite directions hoping to out run the rain and lightning. The first and third fish they recorded were both over 29 inches!
The other trout were all 27 or slightly better and they were as fat as little pigs. I thought they may just be gorging on shad, but three of the smaller female trout I cleaned were full of eggs. I have been blessed to experience only a handful of epic catching days over the years, but never have I caught two trout over 29 inches on the same day. This is Sabine....not Baffin Bay.
If the approaching storm had not run us off I truly believe I would have caught a ten pound plus fish had they continued biting. Every fish on both spots was holding in 22 to 24 feet of water on a weak incoming tide. I have talked with a few fishermen over the past couple of years that have found those kind of numbers of big trout holding together in the ship channel, but this was a first for me.
I have three other old spots that I am just dying to now check out, but I will put them on hold for the holiday weekend. The only down side was that if I have to guide 42 more years for this to happen again I am in a heap of trouble!
Be especially careful this weekend as there will be lots of folks on the water that don't get on the water very often. Sunscreen, lots of water and don't forget that your Texas fishing license expires in two days.
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