Hatbill- Junction One, Two, & Beyond

I am again running two weeks behind posting here, as frankly it is not much fun to sit down and write about slow fishing days, and it has been a tough year so far. Mix that with work, sick kids and then sick parents, and an unexpected kitchen remodel and well… you know. That said, I committed when I started Shad on the Fly to keep honest accounts of my fishing adventures, good, bad, or indifferent. I have post dated this blog entry for my record, and while the fishing was not great, it was a fun day!

I decided to take a half day off on Friday to fish with Todd. With slow fishing both experienced and reported down by CS Lee, we decided to try upstream, and met at Hatbill around 12:30. As we were loading up the gear in to the canoe, I realized in my haste to get everything loaded in and on the Jeep, while also listening to my weekly showcase meeting, I inadvertently forgot to grab a paddle… smh. This is not the first time I have done this either, nor is this the greatest place on earth to be “up sh!t’s creek without a paddle” if something was to go wrong.

After some deliberation and a vocal comment by me that I need to buy one of those little emergency paddles and just keep it in the truck, we decided what the heck… I have a brand new motor that is running well, we should be alright. Todd grabbed a stick so we would at least have something to push off with, and off we went. Oh boy.

As we made our way downstream through the first set of turns with all of the high reeds, we had a close call with a gheenoe that decided to take the inside of a blind turn while I took the outside. Nothing major, the sponsons again did just fine with the wake, but another reminder of how difficult it is to see and be seen in this claustrophobic section of river. I need to get a new flag for this boat.

The water was still a bit high for this section of river with the guage at SR 50 showing around 4.0ft. This can make finding the channel a little challenging in some areas where there are sloughs, creeks, and junctions so we found ourselves in skinny water… you know, where a paddle comes in awfully handy. 8\

Waist high at 1st Junction

It took us about 15 minutes to make it to the first junction where we found great current and fished for about 30-45 minutes, covering the water well with switch rods and a spinning rod and only managed a small panfish.

We decided to make the run down to the second junction by way of the west channel to check things out. The west channel takes longer but it is deeper… you know, where a paddle is less necessary… smh. It took just another 20 or so minutes of motoring to make the trip.

When we arrived, we found even better current, a fair amount of surface activity, as well as a 5 foot section of PVC in the shallow water… a perfect push pole and replacement for the stick Todd donned at launch. We fished for about an hour and found that the surface activity was just crappie, likely in a feeding frenzy as the receding river swept grass shrimp and minnows off the grass. Unfortunately we did not find shad.

We continued motoring downstream, not very far from where the Indian mounds are. While we found decent current and surface activity, we did not find shad. While we there, we could hear an airboat off in the distance really going to town… revving, slowing, revving, slowing. As anyone that frequents the river can attest, the sounds of airboats are common place on the St. Johns. Love it or hate it, it’s just a part of our river culture. I am pretty sure I have said the phrase… “you hear that Todd… that’s the sweet sound of horsepower,” quite literally every time I have been on the river with him since we met. However this was something different enough that it made me stop and study what was going on.

Working dog

Instead of finding an airboat doing doughnuts or some other BS off in the distance, I noticed an interesting symphony of horsepower, barking, whistling, and hootin’ and hollerin’. At first, I figured they must have been hunting hogs, but then saw what looked to be someone riding a horse way off in the distance. As the airboat continued revving, I soon saw that what was actually going on, was a roundup. The airboat was working in unison with a couple of guys on horseback and a dog or two to get cattle to cross the river. I found it fascinating. I never really considered an airboat to be anything more than an annoying, noisy, utilitarian vessel to navigate otherwise difficult to travel wetlands, and here it was, being used as a versatile tool the same way a cowboy uses a horse. I stand corrected.

On the way back upstream, we chose the west channel again… for obvious reasons, and with the slightly higher water level, found ourselves off the beaten channel path. As we wandered around what seemed like a small pond looking for a cut back to the main river, we spooked what seemed like 50 large bass or gar that gave us serious pause. Note to self, I need to go back there… you know the spot on the map.

The sun was getting low and the water skinny. Thankfully we had our new push pole aboard which made short work of the shallow water we needed to cross to get back to the river. After finding the channel and a brief scare with a motor that would not restart (8|), we made our way back to the launch by dark, questioning where the heck the fish were.

If you have been around a while, you know I have a unique relationship with this section of river around Hatbill. This is yet another feather in that cap. Every trip is an adventure… sometimes, no maybe most times, of my own making. Fish or no fish, I can’t help but smile as I write this, as I am already planning another trip to Hatbill, in to the wild… no one for miles!

Maiden Voyage

I am more than a week behind on getting this posted, so this is more for my own personal record than a fishing report. After a week of nearly daily work modifying the new (to me) square stern canoe to meet my needs, and completing the initial break in of the new motor in a trashcan, Saturday the 18th was the maiden voyage of the newly outfitted boat and Suzuki 2.5hp motor. This is my first gas motor, and I am very excited about the expanded range it has given me!

Todd and I met up at C.S. Lee at around 8am, got everything setup and hit the water. The initial run was a little shaky as I tried to figure out the steering with the tiller extender. The tiller extender I purchased has a universal joint on it, and I quickly learned that needs to be positioned properly and the turning tension on the motor itself needs to be just about nil in order to best steer the boat using it. We stopped at the creek mouths where I got everything adjusted to my liking. The water was still pretty high, just shy of 3.2 feet on the gauge, so we both used heavy t6 and t8 tips to do some dredging. In addition, I searched using the spinning rod, and after 30 minutes without a bite we decided to move up to mouth of the Econ.

The new motor is a nice upgrade from the trolling motor, adding easily another 3-4 mph and we quickly made our way to the east bank. Along the way the new sponsons I added to the canoe got their first test as a couple of boats passed us at speed heading up river, putting off a pretty good wake. While I was kind of skeptical at what difference a bit a foam that is essentially a glorified pool noodle sawed in half would actually make, I am happy to report that the increased secondary stability they added was really impressive. Gone are the days of grabbing the gunwales and taking a roller coaster ride every time a boat passes. It has become more of a gentle rolling action, and that feeling that you might tip is just about non existent now.

Again we swung flies with the switch rods for about a half hour with no luck. I did not have high expectations, as all of the recent reports at C.S. Lee have been no better than maybe 1-2 fish for the day. However, the main purpose of the trip for me was to complete the final 1 hour of break in on the motor where you have to keep the throttle under 3/4 speed, and I am most comfortable with this section of the river. Add to that the steady boat traffic in this area and I knew we could get help if I had any mechanical issues or at minimum have an easy paddle back downstream if need be.

We decided to give the motor a good run and make our way up to Culpepper Bend. The current was very slow here, as the St. Johns River is still pretty high compared to the Econ, but we fished the area very thoroughly with both the switch and spinning rods. Again, no shad.

We ate lunch, drank a beer, smoked a cigar and then decided since I needed to run the motor anyway, why not make our way up to the section of river we would typically hike to by way of the trailhead at Brumley road. No one had posted any reports from this section as its still pretty early in the season and with so much water in the St. Johns, there probably were not many fish up there. However, hickories generally make their way up the Econ every year regardless, so why not give it a shot? This is a section of river we would generally not make a paddle to because of the time involved, but with the little outboard, we could now add it as a destination.

It took around 30-40 min to get to what we fondly call the Wives’ Pool, but again, keeping the speed under 3/4 throttle because of the break in. We began fishing, and I think on my second cast, I felt a heavy tug but missed the hook set. As Todd and I bantered about whether it might have been a shad or not, a nice gar rolled near where I had been hit. Right as I was saying that the gar was likely what I hooked, due to the “dead weight” I felt, Todd hooked up with a shad, that was fresh and full of fight. Unfortunately it was quick released before I could get a picture, but Todd touched the leader, which is always a catch in my book. Todd managed to hook up and lose one more fish, but neither of us got a bite beyond that.

We made our way back downstream and did stop at the lilly pool of 2018/2019 season fame and did not find fish. I should note, last year was the only time I have ever found fish in the pool.

The only other story of note that I have to mention as we made our way back downstream to the launch is, as we made our way down past Culpepper Bend, the Central Florida Airboat Tours operator at the Jolly Gator passed us at full speed with a full load of tourists on a straight away, no more than 30-40 feet off my port side. That boat throws a serious wake that we had no other option but to take just about broadside as I tried to get out of his way. While the sponsons had clearly been tested earlier, I think the wake size combined with the narrow section of river had Todd and I reaching for the gunwales again. However, the sponsons did their job just fine. Thanks Bruce… while you made us crap our pants, I now know I can stay upright, even with the big tour boats barreling past me. I am pretty sure I now have the perfect little river boat for my shad adventures!

To be clear, while we did surf a serious wake in the canoe, no prop wash was involved. It was a close encounter, but no harm done.

Plenty of Water and Current…

I have spent the last two Mondays on the water at CS Lee and can say without a doubt, there is plenty of water and current… now we just need the fish to show up! Last Monday Todd and I hit the water with high hopes of catching fish. After catching three shad on a half day outing the week prior and with a nice 5 inch bump in water since our last visit, we figured we had a decent chance. Unfortunately we were wrong.

The bump in water brought the gauge height above 2.5 feet, bringing the water up just enough to distribute the mosquitofish back in to the grassy pasture, and out of the river’s feeding frenzy. Paired with a looming front moving through, this meant we swung a lot of flies for a few bi-catch, and no shad. We worked all of the normal suspects, creek mouths, east and west bank at the Econ, using T3 and then T8 Tips to cover the water column and found no joy.

Fast forward a week to this past Monday, and we found the water had moved up yet another foot with all of the recent rain, spreading the minnows out even further, and making it a real chore to wade. While the water and weather are still relatively warm and waders are not particularly necessary, spots like the creek mouths required knee to thigh high wading. Bringing the waders would have probably been more comfortable and I may have ventured deeper than I was willing to without them. That said, we worked the area thoroughly with the switch rods using T8 tips and 5/32 flies and were not bumping bottom with the +1000cfs discharge and a decent south-southeast wind. I tied on a T11 to go dredging, and while I felt bottom, never anchored nor felt I was pulling up mussels every cast. I also did not find shad.

We moved up to the east bank of the St. Johns River near the mouth of the Econ where I promptly broke my ultralight 7 foot Fenwick Eagle while landing the canoe in the brush… real smooth! I actually have a second one at home so not too big of a deal, but if I break that one, I am going to have to find something different as that would make three in two years. While I like the rod’s 7 foot length for extra reach, I am beginning to think the tips are just too dang delicate for kayak/ canoe/ backpacking life.

The water here also required knee to thigh high wading and again waders would have been nice, but that said, they would not have helped me much when I fell off the east bank and went chest deep… a real possibility any time one decides to take on the challenge of wading the east bank when the gauge is 3.5 feet and the water well outside the banks. SMH… the things I do for this fish. 🙂

Again we worked the area very thoroughly, and just as we were about to move, Todd was the first to hook up with a nice shad, although it was quick released before I could get a picture. I continued dredging for another 20 minutes or so, picking up a couple of decent crappie before finally landing my first and only shad of the day. We continued fishing up and down the east bank, and found no other takers. After lunch and a beer, we moved over to the west bank where the water was ankle to knee high and the wind was at our back, allowing for truly beautiful hero casts, but even as we covered tons of water, we again found no takers and called it a day around 2:00

The fish are around, but MAN… do you have to work for them. The recent rain will be good for the run in general, hopefully allowing the fish to move further upstream, and extending our season. However, they are not moving through or congregating around CS Lee in great numbers yet. I will likely wait for the river to recede within its banks and drive the minnows back in to the river (I estimate somewhere around 2.6-2.8 on the gauge depending on the wind) before returning, unless we get a run of cold weather that drops the water temps and maybe gets the fish moving. Timing getting out there for round two of the feeding frenzy may prove tough though, as my Christmas vacation is quickly fading.

Fortunately I have some work to do on the new (to me) square stern Indian River Canoe I bought from a friend to get it setup the way I want for motoring either tandem or solo to keep me busy. Also, I have purchased my first gas motor, a modest 2.5hp 4 stroke Suzuki which I will need to do an initial break in on before taking it out on the river. I am excited to see what the expanded range this little motor will bring to my fishing adventures will be over the next season or two. Between these two projects, I may be able to resist the siren’s call for a couple of weeks. 🙂

First Trip of the Season, First Shad of the Season

Just a quick post here for posterity, as it was a short trip, and I did not get many pictures. I planned on making my first trip out to do some shad fishing the week of Christmas, but my girls had plans to go see a play last Sunday after church, which meant I had a free afternoon. I pinged Todd to see if he could swing it after church as well, and found out he was game. We met up at CS Lee around 12:30 and hit the water by 1:00.

Since we would only have half a day, the original plan was just to stick around the bridge to see what we could find, as reports near the Econ have been onesy-twosies for the day. Also, we already have a trip planned for next week, where we might focus a little more near the Econ. As we started fishing the first set of creek mouths, we ran in to Suede Langston, winner of the 2017/2018 First Shad of the Season Contest and got a report of a successful day on the water before he paddled in. We fished the creek mouths and I managed to catch two nice shad, but “quick released” them before getting a picture. Oh well, the cost of using barbless hooks.

After fishing for about an hour and picking up a couple small panfish, it became evident that there were not alot of fish congregating or making their way through, so we decided to motor up to the mouth of the Econ. There we ran in to Brandon McGraw who reported catching a lot of bass and crappie, but had not run in to any shad that day. Always good to run in to members of the Shad on the Fly Facebook Group!

We spent another hour or so swinging flies through a trickle of a current. I managed to hook up with one more shad and lost it after a jump or two. Again it did not seem like there were many fish congregating or moving through yet. We motored back down to the creek mouths and fished for about another hour with no takes before calling it a day around 4:15.

Not a ton of action, but there were fish there. Let’s hope that the rain this week gets them moving!

We Have a Winner -2019/2020

We have a winner! Congratulations to Steele Doxtater!!!! I think this is a record for the First Shad of the Season Contest with the first fish being caught, photographed and posted just a hint over 24 hours after the contest started! Steele caught this beauty near Marina Isle not too far from Cameron Wight. Last year’s winner Cas Summers was aboard, so let it be known that these big guns have no problem fishing bigger water in Shad Alley to get that early win! Way to go Steele, congratulations and I will send you a message in Facebook Messenger for your prize!