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2012 and previous / TFF PINS Report
« on: September 24, 2012, 06:06:25 PM »
The plan was to drive as close to the jetty as possible before making camp on Friday night. 

Ed led the pack by leaving the Houston area at O-dark-thirty.  He was on the beach long before the rest of the group even thought about leaving home.  Skip and Mary Kay left next.  Nilo and I were right behind them.  Scott and Matt would travel together and follow the GPS SPOT messages to make it to camp after dark.

Skip and Mary-Kay were waiting at the Malaquite visitor’s center for Nilo and Puck at about 1300.  Then a quick transload of fuel and the pair of vehicles went down the beach looking for Ed, and birds. 

We stopped a few times in what we thought were “fishy” spots.  The wind was almost nonexistent, and the waves were just about knee-high.  The beach was a low tide and the travel was easy.  There were patches of soft sand on the high road, but none of it was deep.  I sent SPOT messages to Matt and Scott, letting them know of any potential trouble spots.

A few small ladyfish, and we moved on to another spot.  About 1500 we caught up with Ed.  He had found a spot where he was catching ladyfish and whiting on every cast, but left it looking for larger prey.   

By the time we made camp Friday, we still had not found any major activity.  We made camp past the 40 mile maker at about mile 42.5 fairly early, about 1700.  We sat around the campfire, drinking wine, swapping stories, and eating sandwiches while admiring the clear skies before calling it a night.

When we got out of the tents, before sunrise, we found that Matt and Scott, thanks to Scott’s nighttime driving skills, had made it sometime in the night, and had camped in the spot that Mary-Kay had insisted that Skip leave for them.

Coffee and a leisurely breakfast under our belt, we made it to the jetties, only to be disappointed with the lack of fish activity.  There were some fish working under the occasional bird hundreds of yards off the shore, but nothing that we could reach.

Driving north on the beach, back towards where we started that day, we never did see any bird activity.  We stopped and threw hardware when we reached the Nicaragua, the old sunken ship.  There was no activity to be seen be we did manage to hook a couple of Spanish mackerel, before the water once again just died.  We stopped a couple of more times, with similar results. 

We made camp early again, and tried flies, hardware, and even bait, but nothing wanted to play.  The weather was beautiful, the beach was drivable, the surf wasn’t overly rough, but the fish just weren’t here.

Skip and Mary-Kay broke out the generator, and the microwave, to heat the meat up for dinner.  Beef brisket heated up in a microwave on a deserted island has its own flavor.  Nothing says ”roughing it” like a microwave while you are camping.

When we got the fire going, the wind had shifted and Ed’s tent was now directly downwind of the flames.  That wouldn’t have been a problem if all we were burning was wood.  We had decided to also burn any cardboard we had with us as fuel to get it going.  This caused the embers to drift dangerously close to the tent.  By the time the fire was going well, the embers were no longer a threat, and people started turning in.  This was at 2030 hrs.  I guess it had been a long, fishless, day.

When we got up, Ed’s tent had given up the ghost after all.  One of the support poles had broken in the middle of the night.

While coffee was brewing, and breakfasts being eaten, we were watching the waves. 
“Was that a jack?” 
“Was that a drum?” 
“Look at all the mullet in the waves!” 
“What just made them scatter?”

Considering our luck the day before, we were reluctant to get our hopes up.  If we thought Saturday morning was a “lazy start,” Sunday was even slower. Packing up after breakfast took forever.  And then the birds showed up.  Not the wild crazy flocks that we were hoping to see, but enough to show us that there were indeed some fish feeding.  Ladyfish and baby jacks were everywhere for a while.  We wanted something just a bit larger, so we decided to leapfrog as we continued to travel north.

Within 5 miles of travel we ran into a “real” batch of birds feeding over fish.  This was about mile marker 35, almost half-way back to the start point.  Lady fish and baby jack again, all just the other side of the second sandbar, in the gut.  Some of us were a little more challenged getting across to the second bar.  Fly rods brought a lot of ladyfish, and baby jacks to hand, but getting anything larger to bite was being even more of a challenge.  Even throwing hardware again left us essentially fishless.  We continued to leapfrog to feeding birds the rest of the morning.  This went on until about 1300 before we decided that it was time to travel home.

It was great trip, but the fish just weren’t biting this time.  Next year……

2012 and previous / Re: How is the PINS trip doing?
« on: September 20, 2012, 12:02:18 PM »
Use this link to track the group.

Where is Puck?


"Finder" is working on the website link.  I tested it a BPS this morning.  Go see for yourself.

I've set up the folks listed for the trip to recieve updates via their CPs, and for the airchair gallery to be able to follow along on the link as we make progress. 


2012 and previous / How is the PINS trip doing?
« on: September 20, 2012, 03:08:52 AM »
Use this link to track the group.

Where is Puck?


2012 and previous / Surf Forcast, CC
« on: September 19, 2012, 09:37:45 AM »
Surf Forecast for Corpus Christi

We picked a good weekend.


Wish I could make this one but I just got back from NASCARolina seeing my brother and family.  Need to get to work on moving one daughter out and then moving the other one in!!!! Won't be able to fish until sometime in October.  Hopefully I will get to attend the Redfish Rodeo.  Anybody need a roof!

Can't make it?  In that case I will have tons of photos of ladyfish..... Just for you.


I will need a ride!

I have kept my Friday schedule relatively free so let me know what time you plan on being at the visitors center and I will meet you there.



We will make sure you get downrange, even if I have to strap you to the roof.


2012 and Previous / Re: Sabine River generation canal fishing - Sept.
« on: September 16, 2012, 11:34:35 AM »
Ok, I'm officially in. Got a hall pass from the rib.

If anybody is interested in selling me some recommended flies for this trip I'd sure appreciate it.

I think I have some spares.   ;D


I can't leave town till after work on Friday.  Need to talk about how I meet up with the group, when and where.


PM sent.


Have we a plan for who's riding with who this time round? Is the plan to camp at the state park Friday night as we did last year?


We don't have a ride plan yet.  From what I know, so far, is that so far we have no shortage of 4WDs.  As we get closer, we'll know more.

Who needs a ride?  Post up!

The plan this year is to meet up at Malaquite Visitor's Center Friday afternoon, and head down toward the jetties Friday night.  This should give us one more full day of fishing. 

On the scouting trip last weekend, we found that there were more fish, for a fly rod, between mile markers (mm) 40-60.  I expect that to be the same for next weekend.


We don't want to hear about all of the lady fish.  Tell show us pictures of the slob reds and huge troutskies ON THE FLY!

Not this time.   :)

But you had better believe that we will have some fly fishing photos next weekend!

We have 7 people signed up.  One person is so excited about the trip that he signed up twice.


3 of us (Matt A.,  Swen, and Puck) did a scouting trip to PINS, from Friday afteroon (1430) to sunday morning (0930). 

Pictures and details to follow.

The bottom line is that we went all the way to the jetties, with no issues, and the fishing was great, and getting better!


LOL / He saw an add on TV
« on: September 02, 2012, 06:05:36 PM »
Last night on a plane back home from Dallas to Tyler, I was sitting with a friend I've known for many years, talking about church and a whole lot of political things. Being a US Congressman, Louie visits a lot of different churches in the area throughout the year, and he told me of what happened in a local church on this past Easter, that made me roll with laughter, to the point of tears.

The pastor of this Baptist church had called all of the little children to the front of the church, dressed in their cute Easter outfits and had them sit around him.

He said "Today is Easter and you all look so handsome and beautiful. Today we're going to talk about the resurrection. Does anyone know what the resurrection is?" One little boy raised his hand, and the pastor said "Please tell us what the resurrection is". The boy, proud that he knew the answer and in a clear loud, voice said.... "When you get one lasting more than four hours, you gotta call a doctor!"

It took a solid 10 minutes before the pastor could speak and there was so much laughter going on, that his sermon was probably forgotten --
but that boy's voice won't be.

General Discussion / Re: Another Scott Null post on TKF
« on: September 02, 2012, 09:44:57 AM »
Good report!


Damon's Seven Lakes / 2012-09-01,fishing with Mike
« on: September 01, 2012, 03:57:35 PM »
Mike and I made it to D7Ls by 0900, and started exploring an area that held large bass that were biting on topwaters yesterday.  We had a couple of good hits, but no hook-ups.

We were run off the water, for a while, by some lightling in the distance.  Aftter our break, we were back on the water trying for anything that would bite.  Mike showed me how to hook bluegill using a 1wt fly rod.

When we were waiting out the next rainfall, a guest and his family showed up.  Mike, be the couteous host, offered to take him around on his golf cart, because the rain had made the roads slick.  I followed on the other cart.  As we got to the bend of Duck Lake Mike's cart ran out of power.

A quick tow back to the shop, and Mike had another guest waiting.

The fish were not biting as well as we could have hoped, but the getting outside and visiting with friends made this a memorable trip.


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