|Shortly after hoookup|
I immediately knew I was in for the long haul. Last fall I watched my buddy, who was with me this time as well, land a 40 lb black drum on 12 lb test after about an hour. But that wasn't from a kayak. I quickly realized that fighting the fish from a kayak complicated things. He was literally dragging me around the bayou! When I made progress, it wasn't so much me reeling him in as it was reeling myself in. Black drum are rather slow fighters. Once he took me to about 3 wraps from my backing, but most of the battle was with about 20 ft of fly line out. After about an hour and a half I realized I was in trouble. The beast was tired; it was now just slowly swimming almost directly beneath the kayak. Now what? Try as I might I could not pull him up to the surface. I was pulling against his weight so he didn't have to do much to resist it. Having a 9 ft pole made things very awkward. To make matters worse sunset was approaching. I actually handed my buddy the rod and started trying to pull the leader up by hand, thinking if I could just get him up within sight I could reach down and grab him. I tried this several times but each time I had to let go because he would swim a little bit and put too much tension in the line. I really needed a beach to land him on. Or heavier line. I pulled on the leader one more time and felt a sickening feeling. The line had broken off at the tippet knot after holding for two hours.
|The only proof I've got...|
In the end I would have released him anyway. I got the thrill of the hunt, the take, and the fight. I just missed out on the trophy shot. It would've been by far the biggest fish of my life. And it would've been sight fished from a kayak on the fly. It doesn't get much more extreme.
Back at the launch, we saw something else that was pretty extreme. You know you're in Mississippi when...
|Yup thats a motorcycle towing a boat.|
My reward for a tough day on the water: