Flashes to Splashes Venice Pier & Beach Report

Flashes to Splashes Venice Pier & Beach Report

Lizard Fish

A cool breeze blew slightly off the beach to flatten the Gulf like a pancake with the exception of a million birds diving on baits about 300 feet off the shoreline. Pelicans, (The Cuban Air Force), flew over head while dive bombers of seagulls engulfed swirling flashes to splashes on the surface of the calmed ocean. Cigar minnows to greenbacks were succumbed to the birds above and the Lady Fish to Jacks below. Like swirling patterns in a plasma lamp, around and around as the Dolphin too, were in on the act. Throwing a Dude, (Quarter ounce round white bucktail)  every cast was an annihilation of the offering as it parted the calm but moving waters below. I actually had one of these lures stripped to nothing but the white jig head and no bucktail. I even offered my jighead to the onslaught of fury under the surface to again continue to catch Lady Fish, Jacks and Lizard Fish.

Upon the pier and looking down at the continuous herding of the porpoises, birds in a frenzy of dive to eats and the Jacks to ladies in a frantic horror not to be eaten by the herders, I again made an offering of a Red & White Gotcha and hooked it up with a Hardhead Catfish, in his mouth? First I have ever done with a lure but why not; they got to eat to and it must have looked good. The second cast produced a Sailcat, hmm, he must have been hungry too! I packed it up and came home, tomorrow is another day.

Out on the “T” at the end, a few hard core anglers were Trollying for Kings but none were about as when I was present. Talking with some of the “T” gang, they stated two King Mackerel in the thirty pound class were caught the day before. Is that not always the way, yesterday or another but not today. As I was leaving, I ran into  Barry Garmen, long time fishing friend and a guy to know if you are into catching fish, and we chatted about what is up at the pier. The shark guys were heading out for a night with a bite, 6/0’s and larger with baits to match. With all the bait in the water and if the dolphin retire this evening, it ought to be a good night for a bite with a shark, either way the Devil was beating his wife or a plane dumped its cargo because out of a almost cloud free sky, we got wet with monster drops. Barry and I left.

“FISH ON!”