07/23/2024
The name of the game so far this summer is versatility. You’ve gotta be able to adapt in this industry. Fish change their patterns, Mother Nature throws curve balls and the environment fluctuates. I just listened to a the other day and their guest had two quotes that resonated with me: “Fish the moment, not the memory. Don’t be bitter, be better.” Just because you’ve been successful in the past utilizing certain tactics or targeting productive areas doesn’t mean that will continue. The natural world is dynamic. It is not a constant. It is a variable. You can either adapt to the moment or continue to struggle. I’ve chosen the former.
Tarpon are doing something different this year. That’s just the simple truth of the matter. We are not seeing large numbers of northbound migratory adult tarpon along our beaches. Whether they have continued north, gone deep or haven’t quite filled in they simply are not settling into their usual summer pattern. We do have tarpon in town, but they are extremely structure oriented thus far and are more than likely composed primarily of resident populations that have moved from inland haunts. They are mid range in size and require long periods of “baiting and waiting” to get your bites. Can you get them doing this? Absolutely. But, I’m a beach guy. I want to stalk them shallow, watch them move and sight cast to feeding schools. Don’t misunderstand me, I will be spending more time inshore and along the jetty working those fish. I fully intend to adapt to what they’re doing. But, I’ve also started gravitating towards other fisheries in the meantime.
The blue water is calling my name. Slowly but surely I’ve been punching further offshore to target pelagic species to fill the tarpon void. And I’ve honestly been enjoying the change. Instead of covering 40+ miles of beach looking for just one happy school of tarpon I’ve been pointing the bow east. Kingfish, tuna, snapper and cobia have been willing to keep my clients and I busy. I learn something new every time I go and get to broaden my experience as a captain.
So, yesterday instead of fishing the memory, I fished the moment. This resulted in some great cobia.