I need a fish picture!!! These are from last spring.

Below is a mahi on the end of a line. You can barely see the fish but he's there.



Here was a turtle we woke up from his nap. Look how flat the water was this day. Unbelieveable for the ocean.


Jack and I are looking at a small window of opportunity to fish in the afternoon for cobia right out of the mouth of the port. There are pockets of cold water to the north & south, leaving just one small area at the right temp. Hopefully after church, we can pick up one or two right around the buoy line.

Happy Fishing!

BOTE

by Robin

I kid you not. I was reading the fishing reports on the Florida Sportsman Fishing forums and some guy writes a post saying, "I got in my bote for some fishing....."

Dude, I understand those who are not natural spellers get the short-end of the stick. I live with one, if not two of them. I have a lot of sympathy and patience in this area. I totally understand being illiterate, but I don't think that applies here since he wrote an entire paragraph. But, there are wonderful features like spell-check. Reference a dictionary or at least a fishing magazine. Whatever. But please...... don't expect even the worst of spellers to take you seriously when you spell boat bote on a fishing website. That's just wrong.

(I'm not always this picky or grumpy like I've been the last 2 posts. I blame the ear, throat and eyeball pain. When will this pollen leave us??)

Happy Fishing!
Robin

THE PATCH
by Robin

Oh, how I wish this was about pirate's patches; but, sadly, it is not. Or patching up a hole in one's jeans; but, it's not that either.

It's about the beach. And I'm putting it here because this is my private, safe place. I absolutely hate going to the beach and be able to pick how many girls are on b.c. patches. Are they not even remotely conscious of ......... I'm speechless....... Do they have no..... I can't figure out how to end my sentence.......... This may be a first...... *ever*....... in my life.

Trust me, I was no saint before Jesus changed my life. But, I'm not sure about this. Kinda like tacky advertisement, ya know? Kinda like that flying banner that every single man (married or not) was staring at in the sky. No....... I'm not going there. One problem at a time. ha ha.

Ok, I'm going back to crawl in a hole with all my germs & various medications. I just had to say something since I saw a commercial.

Happy Fishing!! I hope to be out there on Monday.

What the Pipe?
by Robin


On Saturday, we took my youngest to the beach for his art classes (see Raising Fishermen). While we were there, my eldest decided to skimboard for his entertainment. I agreed to watch him & take a couple pics. Anyhow, we walk on the beach and find this huge intrusive piece of metal between us & the beach.



What?? I guess we're suppose to be grateful for the little sand dunes that allow us to walk over the top.

Whomever put it there, I want them to remove it. Right now.



I mean it. I don't like it at all. It's really killing that tropical feeling.

Back on topic, the seas are 3-6 ft high all week. I'm sick. We will not be heading offshore tomorrow to look for cobia. Jack is going to buy a battery for our boat and I'm going to the doctor's office. Maybe next week.......

Happy Fishing!

4/5/10 Cobia & Blues (picture heavy!!)
by Robin

Ran south down the and hit a nice size school. We cast to it to see what was in it.



Jack hooks up with a blue fish. (12-14"?)




So, he let the kids hook up one for themselves as well.




I think this one is barely legal. It doesn't matter since they all swam off and joined their friends.


We continued working down the beach. Saw 2 pairs of tripltail swimming together and cast to them. No takers. I think they were in love and not interested in eating.

Finally, we're down to Patrick AFB (2nd tower) and we hear & see people are catching fish a couple miles off the beach. We go deeper toward bluer water. We see birds working bait pods. We had also seen a small hammerhead. I did see something working the baitballs, thinking it was spinner or blk tip sharks. We've seen this before. We started to move on until we heard it come across the radio that those were cobia. (bird working the bait from on top)


Baitball (or pod)


Lighter version


Cobia moving through the pod, feeding.


We head back to another pod (there were so many all around us) that doesn't have a boat on it. Yep, sure enough, those are cobia. This one pod had at least 5 cobia that passed right in front of our boat.


They would not take a jig since they were already spoiled on live bait. So, we threw some live shrimp to them. Jack is fighting the glare, so I stand on top and give directions from above. He ends up hooking up one of the fish.


We were buddy-boating with a friend, Al. We called him over to share in the action. While we drifted and fought our fish, we left Al to continue casting for his own fish.


My youngest took this picture since I was helping Jack with the landing of the fish.

Not a huge cobia (as far as they top out at), but a nice 24 lber.


Cobia steaks for the family later that night. A bunch of meat frozen back. We'll be offshore again on Monday to see if we can get more.

Happy Fishing!
Robin