After a wonderful prime rib Christmas dinner yesterday and some of Angie's Blueberry Congel last night, (a fantastic cream cheese desert) I got up this morning, albeit a bit late, with a hankering to do some fishing. Angela had a doctors appointment, and daughter had advised me she was sleeping in today. Well, OK with me. I'll just tippy toe as I head out to the garage and grab my gear. I still had some mud minnows left over from last Friday. Talk about hardy. If you put fresh creek water in the bucket every other day they'll keep for quite some time without an aerator. It was foggy out and I hadn't really made any plans. Something an old salt told me right here on the old fish-tails some time ago, "If you fail to plan, you plan to fail" Famous last words that allways hold true.
Well, I hadn't made any plans that's for sure as I headed to the south end of Amelia Island to do some surf fishing. Maybe I can score some whiting.
I headed towards my favorite spot and lo and behold it's covered up with surf fishermen everywhere. The fog was heavy with maybe 100 yards of visibility at the most, so I headed north up the beach until I found a spot I could get in.
I soaked the mud minnows for a couple of hours. Something was stealing them off the hook, but would never actually hook up. I was using circle hooks as usual, but I never saw the rod tips twitch. Weird.
As it turns out, the fishing was not good not only for myself, but many of the others out there with the exception of a few that got there when the time was right, early. I didn't see anyone have any real hookups, an occasional whiting come in. As I left I stopped and talked to a few folks and they weren't doing much better, with a few whiting and some drum. One had caught a trout. Those that arrived early had scored 10 to 12 whiting along with some nice drum. Well, you know how it is, "The early bird catches the worm". I showed up late, but it was still nice getting out there.
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