I went out this morning to fish the Lynnhaven Inlet. It was sunny and getting hot fast. The tide was starting to come in, but the current was still fighting and pushing out to the bay.
I started beneath the Shore Dr. Bridge and moved down the channel. I threw some split shots above a fancy modified wooly bugger, and pulled it across the bottom of a pool next to the channel for boats to drive through. And then it came, a delicate tug. I raised my arm, felt the tremor, and I pulled my line. The smooth scales of the sandy colored flounder eased out of the water. I took a few pictures (and accidental video) and let the fish swim away. Honestly, I've never felt a fish with such a soft body.
I stood up and laughed out loud. I guess out of happiness as well as relief. It just feels so good to catch a fish after searching so hard. I know I can catch a fish in a Minnesota lake. I am confident in that. Moving to such a foreign ecosystem pushed doubts of catching a fish into my mind, that were relieved by this small flounder. Thank you, Flounder.
One thing I have noticed, there is so much wild life to see, I saw tons of crabs: blue, hermit and ghost. The crabs and birds are usually alive, but many of the other amazing things I see, unfortunately are dead and washed up on shore.
Some of the beautiful but, unfortunately, dead things I have seen: horseshoe crabs, a spider crab, a gorgeous Diamondback Terrapin.
sorry, this is blurryAnd just so we don't end this post on a macabre note focussing on the dead, If you head over to Owl Jones' Place and reply to his Friday Fish Sticks post that "Fish Sticks Rock!" he will send you a free Owl Jones decal. Not to shabby if you ask me.
Have a great weekend!