Remote Waters

Fortune favors the angler who is willing to do what others won’t, the one who forgoes ease and convenience to reach places others are unwilling to go. At least that’s what I hoped and what had my anticipation running high as I strapped my old nine-foot Hobie Sport to the kayak cart.

I have much nicer kayaks, an Old Town Predator PDL and a Hobie Pro Angler 12, but dragging these behemoths, well over one hundred pounds each, over one and a half miles through dirt and grass was too much for this old angler. To ease the burden of the long trek, I packed light with my bare bones Hobie Sport and a minimal selection of rods and tackle.

The journey to the launch was a long one, but fortunately there were diversions to break up the monotony of dragging a kayak on a cart. At various locations a creek bordered the trail, and the wider and deeper portions of the creek were loaded with panfish and bass. There were no trophies in the creek, but sight casting a small Nikko Okiami Shrimp to these abundant, cooperative, and aggressive fish was too much of a temptation to resist. Perhaps I dawdled too long. I tallied over two dozen fish, and I hadn’t even reached my destination yet.

My destination was no secret. The bank was cleared in several spots along one end of the lake to provide easy shore fishing. I imagine adventurous anglers hike or ride bikes to reach this bass fishing oasis, although not today. I had the whole lake to myself on this beautiful, sunny Saturday.

I could see why someone was willing to hack out clearings along the shore. Every opening offered bass and panfish that were willing to eat. My kayak sat high and dry as I caught another dozen fish. It would’ve been a good day if I had just fished from shore, but dropping in a kayak to access all that fertile water beyond the reach of the bank had me thinking good could turn into epic.

Fishing indeed got better once I got the kayak in the water. I started with a Nikko Zaza Leech on a 1/16th ounce Ned style jig head. This was a good combination, perhaps too good. It was one of those blessed days where fishing gets too easy and certain techniques become boring. After hits on almost every cast and numerous bass caught, I switched to a Nikko Shakey Worm rigged Texas style with a 1/16th ounce bullet weight. After a while it too was swapped out, not due to lack of success but from a desire to catch fish on something different. Next up was A Band of Anglers Loader Minnow and then a Q8 Super Baits Bullet. I think you get the idea. Many more bass came to hand, and I was now wishing I had brought more tackle so I could try something different.

It was an epic day indeed. I lost count of all the one and two pound bass, and I had a scuffed-up thumb to show for it. Bigger fish were caught. I hooked four bass in the five to six pound range. Three threw the hook and one was landed. I’d also occasionally take a break from the bass and toss the Okiami Shrimp on my ultralight where hand size bluegill would oblige.

I should point out not all my fishing trips are home runs. This latest spot was the fourth remote fishing hole I had found by searching on Google Maps. I struck out on the previous three. When you fish a hard-to-reach area, you hope the fishing success is at least somewhat proportional to the level of effort it takes to get there. The first three spots failed miserably on that accord. Those past failures made this latest success so much sweeter.

By now, some of you are asking where I was fishing. I’m not going to tell you. I’ll just say it is somewhere in central Florida, probably within an hour drive for most Spacefish Report readers. I recommend you follow the same steps I did. Scour the online maps, visit new places and embrace the grind. When you eventually find your own honey hole, bask in the glory of the moment knowing you earned every fish through diligence and hard work.

With adventurous trips like this, there is always the agonizing time when you must pack it in and start the long journey back to the truck. A descending sun and the impending emergence of swarms of mosquitoes help hasten that decision. At least I had fond memories of the day dancing through my mind to ease the drudgery of the long trek home.