June 22, 2010 at 8:06pm
My wife told me on Friday that my Father's Day gift from her and my 2 daughters was to spend my Sunday morning fishing. Alarm went off at 3:00 am and I jumped out of bed and began preparing for the morning. Made my way over to Dockside to pick up some live shrimps before heading south to the 5 miles of structure. Got to my spot in plenty enough time to watch the sunrise and had the place all to myself. The morning started off slow and by 8:00 I only had 1 trout (2.5lbs) on ice and caught a few croakers, hardheads and the occasional stingray. That is the most frustrating part about fishing live shrimp, you always manage to catch some 'bait stealers'. I Told myself 'this is not looking too good'. So I bounced around a couple of spots with the trolling motor trying to locate the 'silver beauties' but could find no takers. By this time the thermostat was climbing and I was starting to debate on going in or not. Then just when I thought I was only going home with 1 trout... BAM I got a good strike. I set the hook and immediately felt the famous head shake. I knew I had a good solid trout on the end of my line. I fought the trout to the boat and put her in the net, a solid 3 pounder. After this tout every trout after kept getting bigger. Ran out of bait and finished my solo trip at around 11:30 with 7 of the most beautiful trout I have ever caught ranging from 2.5lbs to 5.5lbs. Could not get em to hit the plastic. It was definately a trip for the memory books!!!