This thread has been more addicting than usual lately. Boats, maps, vintage fishing pics- love it all. Here's my contribution...Skipped work and hit the backcountry this morning. Strung up a 1/0 minnow pattern, trimmed the fibers to make the fly even smaller, then ran a black sharpie over the rest. The goal was to catch a super small tarpon.
Went to a favorite spot and found my usual crease in the mangroves. Sometimes when I get to this particular spot, it seems like the tarpon are sleeping just under the surface (when they're actually there, I never know for sure where they're gonna be). I've made the mistake of bombing a long cast right off the bat and lining a clump of peaceful juvis, so today I gently plopped the small fly into the water close to shore.
Must have hit the magic spot on a bigger poon because all hell broke loose in 1 second. Got tight at the very beginning of the first strip and was rewarded with an immediate jump and run. The fly was still dry when the 25# bite tippet was toast. Everything was over just as fast as it started.
Thinking more bigguns might be available, I switched to a 40# leader and black & purple toad- the kind with the rabbit strip tail.
Ended up not catching a really small or really big tarpon, but went 2/2 on the average fun-size poons. Also landed some bonus snook and a surprise peacock bass. Spent a solid 3 hours trying to get a largemouth out of the ditches on the way home, but they are the hardest fish for me to catch. If I sneak a fly past the Oscars, the bass analyze and ignore it. Eventually gave up on the ditches and closed out the regular bass from the neighborhood pond.
Pics or it didn't happen:
Not sure what peas are doing in this specific spot. I think they're completely salt intolerant. Starting to wonder what the actual salinity level is @ this location. There's blue crabs and ladyfish, so I assumed this spot was brackish and had some salt. Now, I don't know.