If you actually read my ramblings on here, you’ll know that I have a love-hate relationship for the Indian River Lagoon. When I first started fishing up here in Central Florida during my college years, I normally skipped right over the Indian River and went straight to the famed Mosquito Lagoon. Mosquito was awesome and I know the entire area like the back of my hand, but sometimes the fish in Mosquito Lagoon can seem like some sort of super-smart alien species of redfish-bonefish hybrid that leaves you with absolutely zero fish to the boat on those days. The hate side of my love-hate relationship for the Indian River probably comes from the fact that I am less experienced at fishing that body of water (even though I’m too proud to admit that to myself as I type this) and not to mention the Indian River is a MASSIVE body of water compared to Mosquito.
Florida is now in full winter mode with temperatures dropping into the 40’s at night several times in the last few weeks. This has left the water temperature around 50-55 degrees during the day which for Florida standards is freakin’ cold. Somehow, though, the fish don’t seem to mind so much and they keep creeping onto the flats in the afternoon when the water heats up a few degrees. I started fishing the Indian River again out of a random spell I got to explore new ground. Guess what? It payed off! I’ve heard of fish in this new area I explored, but I never actually went there to see for myself as I stuck to my normal spots in the past year.
I was glad to finally have ‘one of those days’ this past weekend. You know those days. The days when you get out on the water, start poling, and see tons of happy tailing redfish all around you. The kind of day where you can catch four redfish in a row and stake-out the boat right in the middle of the flat to have lunch, only to continue your pursuit of the redfish after you’ve finished consuming the day-old pizza you kept in the YETI for lunch. These are the days that remind me of how fickle fly fishing is, sort of like golf. It’s the good days that keep you coming back for more…and it’s the good days that just slightly edge out the bad frustrating days in those memories you have of being out on the water.