What A Week!

By Jay Potter

From last Friday through this this past Sunday, we had KC Kayaks in the water on five days in four different locations around the state. Each area provided different types of fishing and different results.

Last weekend was Port Fourchon. Midweek was my update from RTB3 media day in Grand Isle. Saturday afternoon I had to be New Orleans for a going away party, so I took off early and put in at Reggio. And Sunday was a short trip down the river from NOLA to Pointe A La Hache.

A nice eating-sized red. We found some of the prettiest pumpkin-golden reds this week.

Fourchon produced, just like it almost always does, but it wasn’t much of a production.

Fishing Friday and Saturday, Corey and I only managed a few fish. It was windy with rain and thunders moving around all over South LA, so it wasn’t much of a weekend for kayak fishing.

Nonetheless, Saturday proved why Louisiana is such an incredible fishery. Using KC’s¬†Fourchon go-to, the purple/blue glitter-chartreuse tail H&H Cocahoe,¬†I caught four fish, all keepers, but all small for their species.

The H&H Cocahoe Purple/Blue Glitter Yellow Tail. It catches 'em all in Fourchon.

 

 

 

But I said species… because it was one red, one speck, one black drum and one flounder. Our neighbors in other states along the Gulf Coast would have already called all of their fishing buddies to brag.

Wednesday’s non-action was already covered, and that’s a nice segue to Saturday.

I launched at Reggio Marina in Reggio, LA after making the drive from Baton Rouge. Michael, who runs the marina was nice enough to show me around the map and recommend some general areas. I had never fished Reggio, but I knew this was not the time of year to hope for a big haul, but I wanted to try somewhere new. I could tell Michael wasn’t overly optimistic.

The Canals of Reggio.

Long story short, I will be back in the fall, because that was the most intense seaweed I have ever battled, and no fish is worth braving a thunderstorm in a kayak. The water was so much fresher than my usual places in Fourchon, and it will surely hold tons of reds and bass when the weather cools. But aside from the sight of a couple black drum tails and backs in the thick weeds, I had no fish encounters.

Sunday was the day that made the week.

My friend Cody was equipped with a KC and headed from Baton Rouge to Pointe a la Hache for daybreak. As I was cruelly subjected to a late night in NOLA, Cody called me to say he was leaving as we were getting home. Needless to say I was a bit behind him, and I missed out.

He has been fishing reds for only a couple of months, so upon his arrival, his mind was instantly blown. Like Reggio, this spot was covered in seaweed/sea grass, but wasn’t quite as thick with some clear spots, and bait was everywhere. Cody used a gator’s homemade break in the reeds to launch his KC into a shallow grass-filled pond and paddled about 40 yards to the mouth of the pond.

The gator-slide put-in. It stunk to high heaven. Notice the grass in the water.

The gator-slide put-in. It stunk to high heaven. Notice the all grass in the water.

Then, fish exploded everywhere. Three tails here, four there; everywhere around him. All deep in the weeds, chowing down. Even though it was high tide, the grass was all the way up to the surface, so Cody had a hell of a time getting any clean presentations. Once he did manage some hookups, the big strong reds dove into the weeds. Grass stacked up on the line, weighing it down and giving enough slack for the red to free himself, and so it went until the bite cooled off.

I showed up later and spooked a big red in the grass minutes after launching. We paddled several canals and drifted the banks to no avail. In the middle of deep channel, a shrimp jumped into Cody’s boat and then went straight under a poppin’ cork rig. After the cork’s first pop, something big took the shrimp and broke him off.

Eventually we found a pond off of one canal that was very similar to the grass filled area near the launch, and we immediately noticed all the action. As we headed in, a couple reds blasted past us and escaped the hook. Several others were not so lucky however.

The canal is in the background. You won't find trees like that too salty of water.

The canal is in the background. You won't find trees like that too salty of water.

I began working some of the clear spots in the grass I mentioned earlier, as well as just casting past some of the surface disturbances. Using a weedless gold spoon, I was able to scoot it over grass when necessary, and when I got it wobbling in some open water, some vicious strikes resulted.

Cody's Red

Cody workin' the grass pond.

 

 

I ended up with some pretty good eating-sized 20″ reds and one who went about 25″ or 26″ and was a little more fun.

The big dog of the batch. Too bad we saw his big brother and the jet ski-sized wake he made on his way out. Notice the clear spots in the weeds. It was at least six feet deep right here, a perfect redfish buffet.

Cody had some good hookups too, at one point he got to stare down into the water and watch the fish hit the spoon.

 

 

 

That capped it off for us, and after a couple more alligator sightings, we were on way home, ready to put some fish in the pan.

We may also do a little food blogging here soon and show everybody the kind of cuisine KC Kayaks help us put on our tables!

Until next time.

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