Fishing around Cape Charles has simply been awful. Not sure what's going on, but we've only landed a few slot Reds and one keeper Trout.
When the fishing is slow, you go looking for fish. Normally it's another spot nearby. But in this case, Capt. DiPaola and I headed to Jacksonville. The main purpose of the trip was to reunite with former squadron mates from our time at HSL-42 over 30 years ago. A phenomenal weekend, coming together to remember the halcyon days of "daredevil" (😅) flights, retell old and remember new sea stories, eat like kings, down a few bourbons, and smoke a few cigars.
And do some fishing!
Fortunately, close friend, squadronmate, and avid angler Curt Toomer not only lives in Jax, but had just purchased an East Cape skiff, and was ready to put it through its paces in the back creeks of the intracoastal waterway.
Normally you need to schedule three days on the water to get one day of good fishing. Well, the fishing gods smiled on us, becuase we had four great days of catching. The weather cooperated; sunny skies and temps in the 70s. A bit breezy with a frontal system that started moving through Saturday. But the beauty of Curt's skiff, with it's six-inch draft, was being able to find calm water up in the little creeks that feed the ICW, which is where the Reds, Trout and Flounder hang out.
We fished with medium and light spinning tackle, tossing live mud minnows and shrimp on the bottom, or under popping corks. Essentially we'd cruise up into a back creek looking for fishy spots; drop offs, points of grass, and channels. The idea is to fish the spots, and if nothing seems to be going on, or the fishing slowed, you motor to another spot.
And Capt. Toomer found the spots! Over the course of four days we landed Reds, several in the slot, lots of Speckled Trout, several keeper Founder, and a Black Drum.
The fishing aired out the stench of recent fishing up north. More importantly was reuniting with old friends, amazed at how we survived our time on gray-Navy hulls and in cockpits, but grateful for the experiences, and the enduring bonds of comraderie and friendship.
Tight lines,











