Rev. Stan briefing our group before departure this morning.
- Chris Dew
Address: 65 Causeway Drive, Ocean Isle Beach, NC
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Yesterday the Jolly Mon VIP was held out of the OIFC which showed us tournament anglers that there ARE king mackerel out there. The 54 boat field fished just two spots yesterday and almost half the field caught decent fish. Note that this tournament had strict boundaries where our 54 qualified boats could fish. What does this mean for the actual Jolly Mon held this Saturday (6/20) and Sunday (6/21)? It means that there should be a pretty impressive leaderboard once the dust settles this weekend. In the past week, I have checked spots from 5 to 45 miles out to find a decent class of kings. The 30-45 range has been extremely slow - tons of unfishable grass and silty blue water. 5-10 mile range has been hit or miss – with big fish coming off the piers and pogy pods. However the 10-25 mile range has been very consistent - 10-20 pound kings have been coming from this range and I’m sure that there is a few 30-40 pound fish mixed in with them. Therefore, if you have been on the fence about participating in this year’s Jolly Mon King Classic, do yourself and favor and enter. It’s a family oriented, high paying tournament and serves as a great excuse to get out on the water. Be sure to stop by the OIFC to pick up all your tournament tackle needs. Good luck to all anglers this weekend – it should be a good one!
The Jolly Mon VIP is tomorrow. 50 boats duke it out for $10,000 winner-take-all. Weigh-in will be at OIFC from 2:30 to 4pm. Come on by and watch the weigh-in while having a cold refreshment from the Ocean Isle Fish Company.
When you really want to go fishing, you will come up with all kinds of ideas. We watched these guys load up a make shift raft and swam it across the waterway Alcatraz style. Keep your eyes open out there and stay safe! See ya on the water!
Justin Kirchman always brings a few high school friends with him each year. I have enjoyed getting to know Justin and his friends over the years. They will be high school graduates next time I see them. I sure hope that we get another trip in before they head off to college. These guys can put the hammer down on the fish. I have posted a video of last year's action so you can see these boys in action. The picture is the results of this years action that got started JUST IN time for his crew. See ya on the water!
Clay Morphis jumps to the lead in the Ocean Isle Fishing Center's Rodeo with his 6.5 lb flounder.
I actually saw Clay "dressed up" today. I was too. We didn't recognize each other.
~~It was one of those days. Family of four with two young girls on board. I love taking kids fishing because they are often so full of life, questions, and give a new breath of life to our fishing world. When trying to entertain kids it is important to find action, usually any kind of action will do. Catching bait, seeing dolphins, birds, catching croakers, pinfish, etc...The ocean was calm enough for a chance at spanish and that is usually quick action. We elected to take the girls out there and give it a try. We trolled for about an hour with one spanish mackerel for our efforts. Although the bite was slow the action around us was alive. Birds diving on large schools of menhaden and just the experience of being in the ocean kept the girls alert. Despite getting other reports that the backwater action was also slow we made our move back inside. I carry a 5 foot ultra light reel just for these occassions. We pulled up to a flounder hole giving mom and dad quick instructions on how to drag for flounder. I then got the girls with me and put live shrimp on the ultra light outfit hoping to get some action from pinfish and croakers. Our first bait was quickly stolen. Our second live shrimp on the ultra light yielded a keeper flounder. Go figure! The girls were on fire! Dad also drilled a keeper flounder shortly after that. We stuck around a few minutes but the action slowed as the tide had stopped moving. Perfect time to catch bait now. We took the girls to a near by creek and caught all sorts of small critters. We picked out several small shrimp to use for bait at our next stop. The action there was yielding plenty of nibbles from pinfish, small black drum and croaker. It was 9 year old Lindsay's turn on the ultra light. As she was holding the pole something nearly yanks it out of her had. Line screaming, rod bent to breaking point, and a very excited little girl hanging on for dear life. Every parent's and fishing guides dream. Her 11 year old sister Emily assisted her younger sister as the fish kept taking line and was not cooperating. I began to get worried that the fish was going to win the battle. I began to help the girls giving them instructions on how to slowly pull up and reel down on the fish. The fight went on for what seemed like hours, days, weeks...what do we have...stingray, big black drum, redfish? REDFISH! Lindsay hooked and successfully landed a 26 inch redfish on my 5 foot ultra light croaker killing machine. What a way to end a great day on the water! I love it! Thank you guys for going fishing with me! See ya on the water!
http://sheriffjohningram.com/flatfishroundup/I have been honored by being asked to be the weigh master for Sheriff Ingram's Flatfish Roundup.
Get a cup of coffee and get comfortable. This is a long one.
Ok, so I left off last night after day one of fishing in the HT Elite Redfish tournament held in Gulfport, MS pretty much down in the dumps. I felt like I should have done better with the conditions and number of fish I had opportunities at. The three dead fish and accompanying penalty of 2.25lbs was just kick square in the…well you know, it was tough. Similar to event one of this season where I had a multitude of problems on day one I was once again contemplating not fishing day two. The weather forecast was terrible, I was pretty much out of contention and I was fed up. Fortunately my wife and daughter were there to give me a pep talk and get back in the game.
Day two began early at 4am when I received a text from the tournament director that the check out/in location had been moved from Gulfport west about 30 miles to the Pearl River. This was due to the high winds and thunderstorms that had arrived overnight. From this check point all anglers could jump onto the Intercoastal then the Mississippi River Gulf Outlet on their way to Delacroix, LA and stay in protected waters rather than crossing the Gulf. This was a good decision. After day one I was in 32nd place. My 22.50lb sack was reduced to 20.25lbs due to the dead fish. The leader had just over 28lbs. I needed a goal to invigorate myself into competition mode. Not sure if most tournament anglers do this or it’s just me but I will confess there are some nemesis fellow anglers out there. They are a nemesis mostly because they whoop me on a regular basis. So to get myself back into the competitive mindset I made the goals of catching a bigger sack today than yesterday, keeping all my fish alive and I picked out a few competitors that were ahead of me that I wanted to chase down.
I didn’t really have a plan of where I would be fishing today. I wanted to go over to the Delacroix side as it seemed most of the top guys were in that area. That is a broad statement though as Delacroix is a huge area. The run over took about 1 hour and 55 minutes. Yesterday when I was leaving out of Reggio to come home I made a short cut through some marsh and ran over a small school of what looked like nice sized fish. I really didn’t want to go back to Reggio today as I still had a sour taste from yesterday’s no biting redfish. However I remembered what I saw on my way out and since it was on the way to Delacroix I decided to stop for just a minute in the marsh where I had seen the fish yesterday. The wind was howling which made fishing/seeing fish very difficult. It didn’t take long though to realize I would spend my day in this area. I got on a good pattern of drifting with the wind through the marsh over about a half mile. I’ve been around more fish but at least there were some here and at least these would eat. I did have a few snubs but overall they were more cooperative.
I fished hard and put a 29” 11.5lber in the well early on. Good start. Now I needed two 27” fish. Yesterday my problem was getting them to bite. Today I could get them to bite but I swear they wouldn’t stay on the hook. I had at least 6 solid hook ups come unbuttoned on fish that would have really helped me. Finally I land a solid 26 ¼ that weighs 8lbs! “Oh no” my words when I saw the tail. The tail had been altered naturally and scarred back over. Tail length in this game, as you can imagine, is critical and a point of much debate. This was obviously a natural occurrence but still it was not a “natural” tail. After throwing a fish back yesterday because it was close to being too long I decided today to take a chance and bring this fish in as I had nothing to lose. I would present it to the weigh master and let him make a decision. I continued fishing now in the heavy rain and hooked up to a monster. It was an epic battle and I was sure this fish was going to be way too big. I put him in the boat and thought, maybe, just maybe. I put him on the board and he was 29 ½” and one of the fattest redfish I’ve seen. I culled my 11.5lber and replaced him. I had a special day brewing but needed one more good slot fish under 27”. With an hour left to fish I lost two more stud 8lbers. With just a few minutes left and desperation set in I finally got another shot and put a 6lber in the well.
Now, can I actually put a decent day together and get myself, fish and boat back in one piece. It wasn’t without some adventure- it never is. I left in plenty of time to make it back through the storms. However about 2/3’s through the trip back I see a buddy of mine and fellow angler with his boat in the marsh. I pull over to him and his lower unit blew up. A quick conversation ensued and the decision was made to put his power poles down and load his fish into my livewell and I would take him and his fish to weigh in. We left the boat in the marsh and off we went. I was in the second flight of boats at check out so I had plenty of time to make it to weigh in but my buddy was in the first so once again I ran her like a scalded dog and broad slid into the check in with 2 minutes to spare.
Because of the check point was so far from weigh in the tournament director placed the fish measuring official at the ramp to check to see if our fish were alive and if they would measure. We would then trailer our boats 30 minutes back to Gulfport to weigh our bags. It was the moment of truth. I thought the imperfect tail on my fish would be ok but I was nervous. Sure enough the fish bumper looks at it and opts to rule the fish ineligible. Talk about deflated. It’s always something! I disagreed with this official’s interpretation of the tail rule so I text a picture of the tail to the tournament director at weigh in and informed him I was coming to the weigh in for him to make an official ruling. No response.
It wasn’t looking good. I arrived to weigh in and stood around the release tank with the other guys and all of our fish. They all began to chatter about my bag and my one huge fish. It was a cool scene but I was upset about the ruling on my one fish. I thought I was about to get into a confrontation with the tournament director when just before it was my turn to hit the stage he came over to me and gave me the ok with the explanation for why. Yeehaa, I’m back.
I proceeded to the stage, pulled out my big fish and the crowd went wild. Instead of weighing all my fish at once the director weighed my one big fish by itself and it was a record 12.4lbs. This was the biggest single fish caught in the tournament. My total weight for day two was 26.50lbs good enough for third biggest bag of the day. And, all my fish were alive. I moved from 32nd place to 18th place. Not sure if it makes me feel better or worse but the difference in 18th place to 6th place was my dead fish penalty from day one. In the two days of fishing I had weighed 49lbs of fish which was good enough for 7th place but because my plug came out of the livewell on day one and my fish died I was penalized 2.25lbs which knocked me down to 18th. It’s those details again. With that said, I couldn’t be too upset considering the day I had and the emotional roller coaster I had been on. It was exciting to be “in the game”.
Two important lessons affirmed today: 1. Get out of bed, hard to accomplish great things if you don’t get up off the mat and give em hell. 2. Just go fish. Quit overthinking things. Use your intuition and focus. Don’t worry if the game plan doesn’t fit perfectly into the box you created in your mind. Have confidence and be prepared to react.
We love to take people fishing. This past week we have enjoyed lots of action from small critters to some really nice redfish. Flounder, trout, black drum, and red drum are all giving us a few opportunities from time to time making things interesting as you just never know what might bite the end of your line. Live shrimp have started to show in the creeks and that will really bring in the fish from the surf zone. The mullet have started to show as well, most are really small, but blues and trout have followed them. Come on down and give us a call. See ya on the water!
Capt. Roger Gales and jason High did a litle drum fishing
Yesterday’s offshore trip with Don Norman and his family was definitely one for the books. We trolled ballyhoo for 110 feet all the way out to 700 feet. The action was slow but one fish made the voyage out to the Gulf Stream worthwhile. Check out our first fish of the day --
Well I wish I had better news to report. Everything went exactly according to plan right up until the actual catching. Although I did push through that only to face more heartbreak.
The wind was 15knots this morning which made the crossing difficult but doable. The run to the fishing grounds took me 2 hrs and 5 minutes. As soon as I arrived the wind died off and the sun came out. The conditions were perfect. Right on cue the fish were exactly where I had left them. Everything was looking perfect. That was until I actually started trying to catch them. It was absoultely mind boggling and excruciating as I watched perfect size redfish basically do the back stroke around my boat all day. They simply wouldn't eat. I took well over 100 shots at sight casting and caught 6 redfish today. It was tough. I had to let one go that was 27 1/64th" that weighed almost 9lbs. That was a tough decision. I went from a 25lb sack with that one down to a 22.5lb sack without. I should have done better with the great conditions. To top it off somewhere along the way on the ride home the plug came out of my livewell without me knowing it and completely drained the tank. I ended up with 3 dead fish and 2.25lb penalty. Could've done without that. I'm 32nd place at end of day one.
The weather is supposed to be bad tomorrow so I'm not sure what my game plan is. If doable I will give it another shot and try to redeem myself after today's disappointment. This game aint easy.