Skimming across the waves in a Carolina Skiff made the top of my husbands bucket list during a recent near-death hospitalization. So now
we have he has the skiff. What I have is very little discretionary time to help him take it out. This was the first Saturday since his hospitalization that all factors have lined up favorably: it isn’t a crowded holiday weekend (Father’s Day, but not Memorial Day); I do not have to work; he was not too ill to go out; and best of all the sunny weather forecast was favorable…..for the morning anyway (scattered thunderstorms predicted for the afternoon – a CYA prediction the local weather persons always add to their forecasts this time of year). And, the tide tables indicated a low tide at 2:30 AM heading to a high tide at 1:00 PM. So out lives were in sync with the sun and the moon.
Based on the forecast and the tide tables a 7:00 AM fishing trip was do-able. Ours days are blazing hot right now, morning is the coolest. My departed father convinced me that you catch the best fish on the incoming tide. On an incoming tide you can catch red snapper. Outgoing tides yield catfish and dogfish. I’m not betting on the science of dad’s theory, but I hang on to it. My dad and I shared his fishing tips with my children, who now are passing the knowledge on to their kids. Four generations of sports-fishers can’t be wrong.
Dad also convinced me that it’s best to fish where there is cover or natural feeding for fish….perhaps near the shoreline mangroves or near structures like barnacled bridge pilings. Especially in hot weather Snook and Redfish take cover under structures. But my husband’s favorite venue is the middle of open water. We skim over the harbor and he suddenly turns off the engine and shouts, “Throw out the anchor!” Today I actually countered, “There is no intellectual reason why a fish would be out here!”
But fishing, like weather, is unpredictable. While my husband successfully reeled in trout in open water, I cast as far toward shoreline mangroves as my line could reach – and caught two four-inch pinfish.
Sometimes You Catch ’em – Sometimes You Don’t