TALES FROM THE TUPPERWARE NAVY
May is here, and (hopefully) spring has finally sprung.
On my last trip out, I caught sight of my favorite spring-time fish the ever, popular Cobia.
As the water temperature starts to rise, and stays risen, I mean, how many more cold fronts can there be?
But as the weather becomes more consistent, the coming soon to a bay near you, one of the most fun game fish out there the cobia.
You gotta love a fish who feels about boats, the way I feel about dentists, when they see one, they run! Just when you think you’ve won the battle, Mr.”C” spots your yak, and takes off on a line-peeling run, over and over again. A battle with a good size cobia on light tackle, is defiantly an epic event.
Now I know, that all you avid anglers already know this, but for the newbie’s, if you are lucky enough to land a cobia, I know the impulse for that photo op is running high, but a word to the wise, do not hug or otherwise pull a cobia into your lap. They have a line of razor sharp spines running down their back and they will ruin your day, or depending on your grip, make you a soprano. (OUCH)
Cobia typically come inshore in the spring, and can be seen cruising along the surface or following rays.
They will congregate around the deeper holes out in the flats, and are usually ready to hit whatever you want to throw at them. This of course, me being me, means the Zara Spook jr. (love that top water bite) but I’ve had them hit spoons, jigs, Mirro-dine, popping corks, etc.
As you may have guessed by now, if they want to eat, they’re not finicky, I like that in a fish!
They seem to bite best on a calm day (or maybe I can just see them easier.) and on the mid-incoming to flood-tide.
So check the weather, and get out there dude!!
I have now healed from my procedure, funny they call it that, I mean, I wake up with a zipper in my leg. I think that I would call it surgery, but what do I know!
It’s great to be back on the water. (My son even remarked that he’d never seen me so pale, lol) . We had a good day with limits in three species, trout ,reds, and black drum, all checking in.
However, the real kicker to the day, was when I paddled back into a narrow creek, we’re talking around 4 feet across, that opens into a wide shallow bay. As I approached the mouth on an outgoing tide, the water was around 8 to 10 inches deep, and absolutely lit up with schooling reds!!
A few of them spooked and were rocking my boat in the narrow channel and I’m grinning from ear to ear. I love it when a plan comes together. Well, I caught a couple and left. I want them to be there next trip!
To wrap this up, it’s great to be back to share my adventures and misadventures with you again.