Capt. Lou July 29, 2002

Well, all I can say, boys and girls, is that that blow we had last week, east, north east, south east, really sort of tunneled things up on the ocean floor. Just like those glass balls with the fake snow inside. Well, imagine rolling it down a mountain side, okie dokie. The fluke get lock jaw. Just like Key West bottom fishing, after everything settles down, in a few days those bottom fish go chow. Or, as I like to say, on the feed bag.

And no, the moon had absolutely nothing to do with the bite whatsoever. Some newspapers are really into fairy tales, I tell ya'. “Ten 10 pounders caught off Jones.” Please spare me, someone take my pulse, I'm beginning to hallucinate. Take 5 pounders, 6 pounders are great catches, we don't need to tell fairy tales. Anyway, Monday on Capt. Lou, half a day, 7:30 AM trip, I shot out. The ocean has laid down over the last few days and the fish are begging to bite again. You really have to work your bait to produce. Most of my fish were on the bucktail. And pink was the color for the day. I had four nice keepers, 2 pounders, and a regular had limited out with fish close to three pounds. 30 keepers for 15 people, not shabby. It will only improve as the weather improves. Hot, steamy heat won't bother the fluke, but hard, east winds do. The fish are there, they didn't go to Cuba or leave for a movie. They just don't like sand sandwiches. These following days, Wednesday and Thursday, should be hot for morning trips. The tide is perfect and the wind is west. God bless and good luck.

 

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