Here is a map:
As you can see, close proximity to US41. There was ample parking when I got there at 7:30, but the parking is shared with the YMCA which had become fairly busy by the time I arrived back at the launch. I backed the truck down the ramp and slid the kayak out before I parked, no need to haul your kayak over any distance.
I used fly tackle exclusively today, throwing a #8 popper on a 5 Weight setup. I was targeting bream with the hopes of a possible bass mixed in. Not 5 casts in I had a mini explosion on my popper and played tug of war with this guy:
That was the average size of the bream I caught today. Most were a healthy 6-8 inches, but I did have a GillZilla just over 10 inches that managed to hit me with a spine and flop out of my hand while I had him posing for a picture. I used the old adage of following the birds to locate most of the fish today:
Using the #8 popper weeded out a lot of the smaller gills. I don't doubt that I could have had a 50 fish day had I downsized. I had more missed connections than craigslist via small bream mouthing the rubber legs on the popper. One of those little guys realized his eyes were bigger than his stomach though:
The canal itself flows into a finger of the Myakka river. There was a slow current today due to the fact that it has rained recently, and the water drains via a spillway. That spillway could be a destination in and of itself, a popular but hard to access spot for snook and tarpon certain times of the year. In the canal though there are a number of drainage pipes from retention ponds along US41. I found one with a slow trickle of water coming out of it and got excited that I might find a lazy bass slurping up minnows out of the runnoff:
I dropped anchor to combat the slow current, it was a couple of feet too deep to stakeout. I impressed myself with my casting skill (I picked up a flyrod for the first time two weeks ago) by planting my popper in the culvert and letting it fall out with the flow. After no more than 5 casts towards this culvert I picked up a nice two pound bass:
After that the bite subsided. I got a few more missed connections from smaller bream as I drifted back towards the ramp, but none stuck. If I was a wise man I would have switched to a wet fly, but like many I have a sort of addiction to topwater action. Overall I caught no less than 15 bluegill to 10 inches and a single two pound largemouth in about an hour and 20 minutes of fishing.
As a side note, I was seeing what looked like pink slugs all over the seawalls and dock pilings. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be egg clusters of some sort. Can anyone ID these?
All in all this was a nice relaxing break from the ordinary. I was the only person on the water, and the only human contact I had was with a landscaper who watched my catch my biggest bream from his lawnmower. This is definitely a spot I will visit again. I barely scratched the surface of what it has to offer, I only made it about 2000 feet from the launch.