There was a 15 knot wind as I drove the 30 minutes north from Jupiter, Florida to Stuart at 4:30am. It was a bit chilly for an October morning (it would get nice and warm later, after day break); and the anticipation was building to chase after what some would call Florida’s premier game fish, Snook.
When we arrived to the spot we could see 20+ Snook under the dock lights feeding on mullet. I was nervous, my casting ability was a bit un-tested, especially since I had never casted in the dead of night. As a new fly fisherman, my casting relied on by able to observe my back cast, and since I had not practiced this scenario, my timing way way off. But you know what they say… you gotta try and keep on trying. Finally, I put the minnow pattern right between the pilings and a decent Snook slammed the fly. It was a fight I will never forget!
After what feels like 1000 casts and 3 days later, I had 3 fish to show: 1 Snook, 1 Lookdown fish, and a Jack Crevalle. What I learned about Salt Water fly fishing will last a lifetime and cannot wait to go back (perhaps though not during a most epic mullet run where the fish were so gorged that my fly looked like a fast food meal rather than the fogo de chao buffet they were having)!
Until you see a Snook, Tarpon or Jack slam a bait and watch 20+ mullet jump out of the water in a violent clash (this was happening all around us every minute for hours on end) you have not seen much … unless you have seen a Tuna frenzy and that’s a whole other post…
“Tight Lines Ya’ll!” -Phil Chorney