This is what I was saying this morning after fishing for a couple of hours. I paddled out before the front came through and tried looking for Troutzilla. Had a couple of pops but nothing worth sticking around for when the wind kicked up. I retreated to the shoreline and tucked in behind a point for protection. I noticed the wind and current turned it into a perfect ambush staging area for everything with gills. Sitting in one spot for 30 minutes I slammed 3 times over. After thinking the rest of my trip could not get any better, I started fishing my way back to the launch. Boy, was I wrong!
The highlight of the day was hooking into a 30" snook that ran deep into the mangrove roots. In the middle of the Chinese fire drill I started laughing hysterically. The kayak was pulled into the mangroves a couple of times, almost lost a rod that was pulled from the rod holder by a branch and teetered back and forth as it balanced across my bow. Most of the fighting was done upside-down as I had to stick the rod in the water to keep the line below the dangling root system. Quite a sight to see I'm sure.
If you slept in this morning, you missed some of the best fishing all year. My arms are tired!
