I fished HARD the last 6 weeks here in the emerald coast of Florida. Every moment that I did not have class or homework, I was on the water if the weather would let me. Still, even my final week here, I still found time in the crazy schedule to hit the water. I gathered some fiddler crabs at low tide behind the baseball field on Tyndall and decided to try my luck for sheepshead. The bad part was the main section of the bay was choppy and one arm paddling was a chore to say the least. I tried another spot in more of a secluded area and found myself catching small ones. It was not what I hoped for, but they made it fun.
That night I found myself at my favorite spot in Panama City, the Tyndall (Dupont) bridge. I'm not bad mouthing the locals around here at all, but I found it crazy that I could consistently catch big bull reds under the lights and almost NEVER see another fisherman. The only time that I ever saw anybody was when I ran into Shawn and Doug from the local kayak fishing group Panama City Kayak Fishing Association (PCKFA). Other than that, I was the only guy on the water, crazy!! If this was in Virginia, this place would be a parking lot of kayaks! Anyways, like usual it didn't take long to get into the bulls. First one of the night was a 38"er.
Catching these bull reds at night will never get old. I describe it as a crazy addiction that is completely healthy that you don't have to quit. I must have launched to the tail end of their feeding because not 5 minutes after I caught my first one was when I had another peeling drag from my Penn Battle. Another 39" wanted to have his picture taken this night!
That's all she wrote for that night under Tyndall Bridge. The feeding completely stopped so I decided to call it an early night so I could tip a couple "cold ones" back and relax for my last weekend in Florida. Plus I knew I had the next night to give it another go.
|I'm in the middle row, far left, bald head, haha.|