Still nursing a case of homesickness for Sportsman's Cove back up in Ketchikan, Alaska, I headed out in dawn's heat this morning. Thunderheads over the Gulf Stream lit up with lightning like bully bladders, but were so few in number that the yellow and blue dawn and scorching sun evaporated them effortlessly. To the west, and down on the Bay, I found the tarpon staging in the expected area. I jumped one and released another of fifty pounds. Ladyfish showed up to savage some pilchard schools, and i caught enough of those silver speedsters to go for a change of pace. A quick run to a grassflat, which I worked with twelve pound plug and a YoZuri popper yielded a 12 pound barracuda. Also saw a huge school of jacks around fifteen pounds on the move, but not eating. Steady...steady...not far away are fall tides, a few tropical weather systems with freshening wind, and the blessing of the fall, the mullet run.
Jan
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