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Summer time! Hot sun and cold water = good times! Trips this month: 12
6/2/09
For the first time in several years I decided to not paddle on my birthday but had a wonderful time with Hope anyway and made plans to do my birthday paddle a day late. With low tide at 11:30, I set out from the Ribault Club and decided to head east of the A1A bridge for the first time in several months. I did a circuit of the basin first shooting a young Great Blue and an Osprey before heading east.
A Reddish Egret caught my eye as I was approaching the place where the channel loops between the big sandbar and Little Talbot Island so I paddled over to see if I could get close. The shallow water prevented me from doing so and he was resting quietly in the morning sun so I didn't try very hard to get closer. As I was watching him, the noise of a Least Tern who was sitting between me and the Egret grabbed my focus. He was standing behind his intended mating partner with a minnow in his mouth which he was swinging back and forth excitedly and nearly whapping her over the head each time. I'm not sure if he was trying to bribe her to have sex or convince her that he was a great provider but soon she bent over and he mounted her still swinging the fish in her face as he flapped his wings and made a racket. The answer was soon evident as a few seconds later the act was completed and she flew away. He then quietly ate the fish he had been twirling excitedly around for so long. Apparently, he was just trying to combine the male's two favorite activities - sex and food. It didn't work out too well for George Costanza on that Seinfeld episode either. If I remember correctly his girlfriend kicked him out of bed.
I continued on, passing Alimacani where Amelia Kayak was launching about a dozen boats and I prayed they were heading in the opposite direction. As it turns out they were heading east as well but while I paused to shoot another Reddish Egret they continued on into the tidal pool behind Hugenot. I floated out toward the ocean and stopped just a few yards shy of where the sand bar ended and the ocean began. I spent the next hour and a half enjoying the rapidly warming ocean waters while I sat in my Crazy Creek chair eating my Nicoles sandwich and drinking a beer. To my annoyance, the Amelia group emerged from the pool and began approaching my location but they stopped a few hundred yards shy of me. As I got ready to leave I saw that they were pushing off as well and to my surprise began paddling against the now incoming tide towards me. Just as I launched, they seemed to be going past me but them all turned around and headed back almost beside me. I managed to get ahead of them and decided to try to get back in the tidal pool as they headed back to their put-in. I could see a Reddish dancing in the pool but low water prevented me from getting close and I eventually turned back and came under the bridge as the shuttle from the Amelia Island Plantation took the kayakers back home. I spotted another Reddish who was feeding so I pulled over to shoot him before heading back to the Ribault ramp. There was another kayaker loading up so I did another turn in the basin while I waited for her to leave and then packed up to go.
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6/5/09
I decided to head to Guana this morning hoping to get a trip in before the thunderstorms started popping up. When I arrived at the ramp I could see that the water level had dropped to the bottom of it and was now where it was at the beginning of May.
Of course, it was too late for the Stilt chicks and as I headed out to the main channel I could see that the flats were still covered by shallow water but were more or less devoid of the teeming life that is usual in early June. I headed north but saw very little to shoot along the way aside from the occasional Alligator. At one point I spotted some Moorhens ahead who were in the company of about six babies. As I approached, they began swimming for a clump of cat tails where they hid from me while one of the adults began chirping in alarm and tried to lead me away.
I left them alone and continued north until I was even with the first houses on the eastern shoreline. I began to hear the rumble of thunder coming from the west although the sky looked no more threatening than it had when I first arrived. I decided to make my way over to the little path that runs along the western shoreline and begin my return to the ramp. Within minutes the thunder started getting closer and the sky drew rapidly darker above the trees. For some reason I decided to try and get back into the main channel thinking that it would get me back to the ramp before the storm hit. Unfortunately, my choice of path was terrible and I wound up stuck in the shallows just a few yards shy of the channel with no choice but to turn around.
When I did I, was confronted by a black sky and a sudden gale that nearly tore my hat off and almost pulled the paddle out of my hands. I stopped to stow my camera and don my rain gear and then continued on until I reached the path. I continued down it as the rain briefly got heavy and then settled into a light drizzle as the leading edge of the front pushed on by out into the ocean. The going on the path was slow due to the shallowness of the water. In addition, the cat tails which have become lush and extremely tall have started to bend over due to the heavy rain and strong offshore winds that we have been having this spring and the path was nearly impassable. There were a few gators in the path who made their displeasure known as I passed by them, swirling their tails as I passed over them. Finally, I reached the point where I was even with the island north of the ramp and found an easy path to the main channel and began making my way back. By this time, the storm was offshore and things in the lake had calmed down considerably. I spotted a very lonely looking Stilt who flew off when I approached but for the most part there was little to see or shoot and I wrapped up my trip and headed home.
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6/8/09
I made my way toward Pumpkin Hill Creek this morning and was in the water at 7 am, heading out about 2 hours after low tide. It was a grey, overcast morning with about a 50% chance of thunderstorms all day but there was little wind as I paddled against the incoming tide.
As I rounded the bend near the trails I could see at the opposite end of the run a couple of pear shaped birds that I suspected were Spoonbills. As I got closer one of them began sweeping his bill back and forth in the water and I knew that my identification was correct. I paddled over and shot them for a while before they flushed and then again where they had settled closer the next bend. I noticed that when I passed over the muddy shallows that the tiny popcorn shrimp were already popping out of the water giving me some hope that his year's shrimp season would be better than last. After the Spoonbills flushed again I saw four or five fly overhead from the south and head towards Tiger Point. As I approached the point I saw a few more fly around the bend as if they were lighting in the trees there. As soon as I rounded the bend I could see that the trees were occupied by close to a dozen Spoonies as well as three or four Wood Storks. I let the incoming current of Edwards Creek push me past them as I shot while the Spoonies nervously chortled and occasionally flew to different branches or trees. After making one pass I paddled back to the confluence of the two creeks and ate my breakfast before exiting my boat. I braved the clouds of mosquitoes on the land while I walked quietly around the point getting some shots of the Spoonbills and Storks.
Finally, they flushed and headed to the last trees on the western edge of the point and I returned to my boat and made for the big cove east of Edwards Flats. It was empty of anything interesting so I returned to the point and decided to see if the higher water now would allow me to get close to the new Osprey nest that lies along the edge of the mudflat behind the point. When I returned to the point I could see that the Spoonbills and Storks had left the area but as I prepared to enter the stream that leads behind the point I spotted a Green Heron perching in a dead tree. I got several good shots of him and then proceeded into the flats but was only able to get within about 30 yards of the Osprey nest. There was an adult flying about the area but the nest itself appeared empty until I got my binoculars out and spotted a small head with large googily eyes peering over the edge of the nest so I know that at least one chick is present.
I left the flats and after shooting the Green Heron some more I returned to Pumpkin Hill where the last of the incoming current carried my back towards the put-in. When I arrived at the little point near the trails I could see that the trees there were full of birds and I could tell that at least some of them were Spoonbills and Storks. There was plenty of water so I cruised in and shot the group which surprisingly did not flush. That's one characteristic of both Storks and their cousins the Spoonbills - they do not easily give up a good perch even when the kayaking paparazzi arrive. I left them and returned to the main channel where I shot an Osprey at the trailhead and a lone Spoonie around the bend before heading back.
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6/10/09
I woke up early this morning and decided that with a mid-day high tide and temperatures promising to hit the mid 90's that a veg-out day on the FGR would be ideal.
I was packed up with beer, tuna sandwich and book and arrived at the ramp at 9:30. I could see from the ramp that there was at least one Great Blue Heron hunting beneath the cedars in the yacht basin so I headed that direction and shot a youngster for several minutes as he stalked his prey. As I was shooting him I noticed that something furry and yellow tinted was scurrying along the ground behind him and watched as a Raccoon clambered over the cedar roots and went on his way. The Heron began climbing the low branches of a cedar at the end of the pool and after eyeing me for a few seconds flew to the other end of the pool.
At this point I began to notice a distortion in my camera lens and realized that it was fogged up. Unfortunately the moisture was on the inside of the lens and I had no way to access it so I pointed it at the bright sun and hoped for the best as I made my way out to the river. As I pulled into the stream past the last house I spotted a Green Heron perching in the roots of the fallen trees. In spite of the fog on my lens I was able to shoot him and by the time he had flushed my lens had cleared finally. I spotted a Red Breasted Merganser sitting on the sandbar where we often picnic with her mouth open as she tried to dissipate the heat from the morning sun. I headed around the bend and entered the pool in front of Point Isabella. With the water levels up I was able to paddle all of the way around the basin behind the point but saw nothing to shoot and headed back out into the river to make the crossing to my hammock spot.
As I approached, I spotted another Reddish Egret perching in the cedars but, unlike my last trip, this one was an adult sporting the full breeding plumage of a bright red scruffy neck. He finally flew off after I exited my boat and I set up camp. As there has been for the last couple of months that I have been visiting this spot there was a Grackle who stayed close by the entire time I was there and whenever another bird came to visit he would chirp noisily until they left. A month ago, when I first saw him he sat a few feet above the end of my hammock and gave me the stink eye while he chirped at me but lately he has acted a little more comfortable at my presence. I'm pretty sure that he has a nest in the area that he is protecting as he often sits in the branches with food before flying off.
On this blisteringly hot day the chilly water of the FGR felt incredible and I partook of its refreshment several times over the next two hours as well as the refreshment of the cold beer I had brought along. It was hard to pull myself away but I finally did and started for the sandbar opposite me where a pair of Reddish Egrets had been dancing all afternoon. A boat full of teenage girls beat me to the beach so I decided to take the long way back around the big sandbar and managed to shoot a couple of more Reddish along the way.
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6/12/09
Part of the agreement that I made with Hope when I changed my schedule to permanent nights was that we would have a picnic one day a week where I would pick her up at work and go somewhere to eat - either out at the Sand Dollar or down to the picnic table at the Ribault put-in. This week, it worked out better for us to do it on her day off and so we made plans to paddle out to my hammock island and spend a few hours doing what I like best this time of the year. We were in the water a little after 10 and caught the incoming tide at mid level. I skipped doing a circuit of the basin and we glided past the houses and docks and ducked into the little stream that cuts around the sand bar. I knew that the water level would be too low for a visit to Point Isabella so we made our way across the channel to the island that was our destination. As we pulled up I thought at first that there was another Reddish Egret perching in the trees but it turned out to be a young Tri-Colored instead who stayed put for nearly an hour after we unpacked and set up. I introduced Hope to the Grackle who has been hanging out at this island and he proceeded to let us know that he was not a bit happy that we had arrived. We enjoyed the cool waters and then relaxed with our beer and tuna sandwiches while we enjoyed the warm breezes. Not long after we arrived at the island the traffic on the water started to heat up. It seemed like every *Ass Hole On Jet Ski had decided to take the day off and come out to the FGR to spin water donuts and jump their own wakes. I counted at least two dozen separate PWC's in addition to the dozens of power boats including at least one that was bigger than our house. After a couple of hours I looked up and saw that the Tri-Colored had gone and in his place was an adult Reddish Egret. He stayed there until just before we left and I saw him fly across to the sand bar opposite us where he proceeded to chase one of his pals around. Since I had to be at work, I resisted the urge to call off and we packed up a little after 1 and braved the heavy traffic to cross over into the return channel home. The return trip was uneventful and we didn't get flattened by a AHOJS either so a good day all in all.
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6/14/09
I headed for Pumpkin Hill on this Sunday morning - the first time in quite a while that I have been able to make it to my usual church service. I arrived at the water a little before 7 and was surprised to find that I was the first one there. It was a little after mid-tide outgoing so I knew that I would have and easy trip out to the point where it would be low tide and hopefully a lot of wildlife out feeding in the shallows.
I rounded the bend at the trails and soon could see one or two Spoonbills feeding on the shallow side of the channel about halfway down to the next turn. Since they were on the far side of the huge sandbar that splits the creek down the middle I wasn't going to bother trying to shoot them but as I pulled even with them I realized that there was some deep water leading up to them and decided to give it a try. As I drifted over one of the pair began feeding in my direction and wound up only a few feet away. As I sat there shooting a third Spoonbill dropped in from above and they began walking down the sandbar alternately feeding and grooming as I watched.
After several minutes left them and made my way toward the point shooting a few more birds along the way. Tiger Point was empty as I expected so I continued on toward the bay where I found a lone Spoonbill still wearing his distinctive breeding plumage although it was somewhat faded. I shot him for a while until he finally flushed and as he did my attention was suddenly diverted to some activity over the middle of the bay which was now drained of water. An Osprey and an Eagle seemed to finishing up a dispute which apparently the Eagle had won as it settled down to a small oyster bed with the prize it had just taken from the smaller bird.
He was about as far away from me as he could get with a good 100 yards of mucky mud separating us but I was close enough to get a few poor shots as he began to tear into his stolen booty. I paddled over as close as I could get and alternately shot and watched with my binoculars as he cautiously ate with one eye on the sky around him to make sure that no one tried to do what he had just done to the Osprey. There was a lone Sea Gull who seemed to be very interested in what he was doing but stayed well away from him as he ate. I could see that the Eagle was not quite fully mature as his white head was still blotched with black patches and his chocolate brown body was streaked with white.
After about 30 minutes I could see him tearing large chunks of flesh and then he flapped his wings to reposition himself on the peak of the oyster bed and a few seconds later he flew off in the general direction of the point leaving the scraps for the patient Gull who immediately pounced on them. I pushed off from the mud and started back but spotting a pair of Spoonies across the creek where it turns sharply towards Black Hammock Island I paused to shoot them. I marked this spot as a potential shrimping spot to check out later this summer since it seemed to have a hard bottom and an old oyster bed formed a nice cove that had potential for good shrimping. I paddled back to the point to see if the Eagle had decided to perch there but the trees were empty except for a brief visit by a Spoonbill so I began my trip back. The rest of the trip was easy and pleasant as the tide had now turned and the breeze that had kicked up since I had set out was at my back for most of the way.
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6/19/09
I headed to Simpsons Creek this morning with the intention of spending the day out on the sound. I was surprised to see that I was the only one at the put-in when I pulled in at 9:30 but not too disappointed. I couldn't have timed it any better as the tide was high enough to make launching a breeze and the outgoing current was strong enough to make the trip out to the sound what Hopey likes to call "an amusement park ride paddle" - i.e. all I had to do was keep my boat straight and float out to the sound while I sipped my coffee.
I saw very little wildlife on my way down to the Nassau Sound but as I approached the place where Myrtle Creek joins Simpsons I spotted a Roseate Spoonbill and a pair of Clapper Rails out feeding in the shallows. I wasn't sure where I wanted to set up camp but I headed west toward Black Rock trail thinking that I might string my hammock on the many dead trees there. As I passed the end of Little Talbot beach I decided to head instead to Bird Island. As I crossed the main channel out to the ocean I spotted a tiny sandbar that was in the middle of the channel between Bird and Little Talbot Islands and decided that it would be a great place to set up. I had the sound on one side and the ocean on the other so I spent the next couple of hours eating, drinking, swimming and reading while the hot sun beat down on me. I decided to pack up to leave a little after one and as I headed toward the mouth of Simpsons I spotted a young Reddish Egret dancing in the shallows in between the large oyster beds. I spent several minutes shooting the youngster who appeared to molting giving him an even wilder and scruffier appearance.
I left him after a while and as I approached the creek I spotted a pair of Ospreys perching on a dead tree on the Little Talbot side of the mouth of Simpsons so I paddled into a small creek that led up into the dunes there. There was a pair of Spoonbills about halfway up and I spent some time shooting them and the Ospreys before heading back to the sound. Once there I saw a mature Reddish along with some Ospreys who were perching on the signs that the State had placed on the tern nesting area. I spent quite a while shooting them and some young shorebirds and a trio of Great Blues before finally heading back. Thanks to spending an hour messing around shooting the Reddish and other birds the timing of my return trip was perfect and once again I had an easy trip back and was pleased to find the water at the put-in covering the muddy slop.
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6/21/09
I woke up way too early on this Father's Day thinking about the well pump that had given up the ghost after 20 years. I decided to get in a quick paddle before I tackled it and since I was up so early I took advantage and headed up the road to Hannah Mills to do a (barely) pre-dawn paddle. With high tide at around 8 I had plenty of time to head up to the Pelican Pool to see who was there this morning. I cruised past the Night Heron rookery but either they were even better hidden than usual or they were hanging out elsewhere. As I paddled out of the big pool heading north I could see that the sea daisy island was crowded with fat pink birds so I attempted to approach them without causing them to flush. I wasn't very successful as on group flew away and a few seconds later the stragglers all flying to the west. The old cedar was occupied by some Great Egrets and who left quickly when I appeared but when I pulled up to it I saw that the water was littered with their breeding pin feathers which they are now shedding since they have no use for them now. The trip out to the ICW was easy and soon I was passing the first big island on the western shoreline. I decided to exit my boat well south of where I normally stop thinking that I could approach the pool from the south and perhaps get a little closer. As I walked out into the flats, however, I was at first disappointed to see the pool empty of any bird life except for a few Great Egrets. I decided to walk over anyway and as I did I spotted a Raccoon scurrying through the grass. As I got closer to the pool I could see that it wasn't empty but from the angle at which I was approaching it I was blocked by the high grass and there were actually a couple of dozen Spoonbills along with a lone White Pelican - the last of the winter residents. They stayed put for a while but eventually my movement caused about half of them to flush and then finally the rest went and flew over to the other pool near the island where they joined a few Wood Storks. After shooting the Storks and Spoonbills I headed back to my boat and since I was kind of tired and needing to get back to replacing the well pump I took the shortest route back to my truck.
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6/22/09
After telling Hope about my trip down Simpsons Creek on Friday we decided to attempt a paddle picnic down on Nassau Sound. Hope had stuff to do in Fernandina and I was still working on getting the new well pump installed but after my third trip across the river to Home Depot I finally had it up and running so we left for Simpsons Creek at 1:30 - about an hour later than I had planned but still in time to catch the last of the outgoing tide. The put-in was crowded and a young couple were launching ahead of us but we finally had everything loaded up and in spite of the mucky launch we were on our way by 3 pm. It was a sweltering day with the temperature already in the mid-90's but there was a strong sea breeze which made it tolerable. Unfortunately, with the tide approaching slack the wind made out going a lot slower and more arduous than my trip on Friday but we slugged our way down the creek. As on Friday, there was little to shoot on the way down but as we passed Half Moon Bluff I spotted a Great Blue hunting and shot him for a while. As I was shooting him I heard a racket behind me and turned to see a pair of Black Skimmers having a conversation on a sand bar. As they squawked at each other one hopped up on the back of the other and I realized that I was once again seeing the mating act as I have on numerous occasions this spring and summer. I told Hope that I wasn't sure why all of the birds this year seem to be waiting for me to show up before they perform the act but it sure seems that way. After reviewing my pictures later at home I realized that I had actually witnessed an act of Skimmer prostitution. The male had a small fish in his mouth which he was waving in the female's face and once she took it from him she turned around and let him consummate the act. We continued on out to the sound and saw that the couple who had launched ahead of us had beached their kayaks directly across from the mouth of Simpsons and there was another couple to the north close to the end of Little Talbot. A spot between them seemed to offer high enough ground so that we would be able to stay for a few hours and cook our steaks so we stopped there. Down on the sound it was completely different than inland as the sea breeze cooled things down to the low 80's and made the humidity seem much less as well. It was 3 by the time we reached our spot so we spent the next hour just sitting in the water until we were both wrinkled like prunes and then sat out on the beach reading. The other two couples soon left and headed back up Simpson leaving us with our own private island. There was a 30% chance of thunderstorms this afternoon but the sea breeze appeared to be holding it well on shore. Around 5, I dug a fire pit and lit the charcoal while we began eating the raw veggies and hummus that we had brought along with a bota of wine. The steaks cooked slowly but came out beautifully and by 6 we had finished them and the wine. The tide was coming in quickly and soon dowsed our fire and began encroaching on us from all sides so we packed up and started to head back. Our timing couldn't have been better. The tide turned out to be an extremely high one and even though it was just past mid-tide it already appeared to be at high tide. The current was extremely swift and we were drifting in without paddling at 2.5 mph and as much as 5 mph with only a small amount of stroking. We could hear the thunder start to rumble to the north but the skies were still blue overhead as we made our way quickly upstream. When we arrived at the put-in we were pleased to find that not only was the muck at the end of the ramp covered but the old parking area was as well and we were able to paddle up the break in the rubble at the end of the foot path. As we loaded up we could see that rain was falling back out on Little Talbot and some lighting strikes were beginning to hit out in the ocean. The entire marsh was nearly covered by water with an hour and a half yet to go before high tide so I knew that this was an unusually high tide. We finished packing up and headed home arriving as an intense thunderstorm hit - perfect timing!
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6/26/09
I have been feeling a bit dragged out this week - the heat, humidity and lack of good sleep have started to wear on me - so today I packed up a beer and a sandwich and headed to my favorite summer time spot - the FGR. Not much of a trip but then I was not in the mood for much more than a cool dip in the water and a swing in my hammock so after shooting an immature Great Blue in the basin I headed for Point Isabella and then directly across to my hammock spot at the mouth of Simpsons Creek. I spent the next two hours relaxing and then packed up and headed the long way home around the big sand bar shooting a lone Reddish Egret who was hanging out there waiting for the extreme high tide to head out.
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6/29/09
With Hope out of town for a couple of days I decided to head out to Pumpkin Hill to see if shrimping season had begun. I packed my cast net and a cooler full of ice and was in the water at mid-tide outgoing. There was a lot more wind than I had expected which may have kept the shrimp from popping out of the water so I wasn't sure what my prospects for bringing home dinner were going to be. One thing that I noticed that gave me hope was the presence of Black Headed Gulls who were hovering over the surface of the water trying to scare the shrimp into taking flight and snatching them when they did. I passed several Spoonbills as I headed toward the point and once there I paddled past it to the place a little ways up Edwards Creek where I had success shrimping last summer. My first cast from the bank yielded a good sized shrimp and the next four throws did the same. I decided to toss them into the cooler and keep casting but after about 20 minutes I had only caught a handful more so I decided to move on. I headed back out into Pumpkin Hill and paddled toward the place where Pumpkin Hill makes a sharp turn east and runs along Black Hammock. It had looked like a good place to shrimp when I was here two weeks earlier and as I pulled into the little cove I saw some small shrimp pop out of the water. As soon as I stepped out, however, my leg sank to my shins in mud and I realized that this was not what I had hoped for. I tried one more spot with the same results so I gave up and began heading toward my old shrimping spot. By the time I got there it was already past low tide so I knew that unless I had quick success I wouldn't be able to stay long. My first cast was promising with about six keepers and my second cast was even better with nearly 20 angry shrimp filling the top of my net. I spent the next 20 minutes casting in nearly the exact same spot with the same result and only left because I was concerned that I hadn't brought enough ice to keep them fresh. Reluctantly, I packed up and headed back only to have another shrimp "volunteer" into my lap as I pushed off for home. I pulled up to the put-in and after having a nice conversation with a fellow kayaker making his first visit to Pumpkin Hill I headed home where I spent several minutes sitting in the front lawn popping the heads and placing the shrimp in a freezer bag. I counted 199 of the boogers and wondered how many I could have caught had I stayed longer. Since I had to work and Hopey was gone I decided to freeze them for a later meal and made plans to return as soon as possible.
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6/30/09 After my previous days success catching shrimp on Pumpkin Hill I made tentative plans to make a return appearance. When I woke up and checked the radar, however, I came very close to changing my mind when I saw a solid band of red and yellow just south of Jacksonville stretching from the east coast to the gulf. After watching the way the storm was moving I decided that there was a pretty good chance that it would miss us and packed up two coolers full of ice and a dish pan to short the shrimp that I planned to catch. Because of the storm I decided to leave behind a lot the gear I usually take like my camera and binoculars and pack only to catch shrimp. Of course I knew that would mean the photo ops would be great especially with a low tide as a storm approached. That was confirmed as I set out on a mostly slack current and rounded the first bend. There were pockets of pink surrounded by white as the many Spoonbills feeding were attracting the attention of everyone else in the preserve. I arrived at my shrimping spot in just over 20 minutes and began tossing my net. My yield was immediately good as I made several cast before I came up empty and some of my hauls were well over 20. After an hour or so I decided that I had enough and headed back to the put-in. When I got home I counted as I cleaned and discover that I had 159 Pumpkin Hill shrimp to toss in the freezer. |
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