I had a scheduled trip South with a buddy for a previous day but as the day got closer, the weather forecast deteriorated quickly with 60% chance of thunderstorms and winds near 20. Not ideal for fly fishing, especially after traveling 4 hours to fish for a single day. So I waited.My wife agreed to a trip that weekend after , Independence Day weekend so I could maximize the extra day, so I set it up for an overnight (without a second thought about weather).
We took the drive down early Sunday morning and entered from the West so I could get a look at the Everglades area for Oscars and Mayans. The water was high and the fish were scarce. I frog hopped through all my favorite areas but the fishing was going to be difficult here so I moved on to the Miami area to hit the big-boys.We arrived at one of my favorite spots for Peacocks JUST as the winds picked up, the sky grew dark and the torrential downpour began. CRAP!! I pulled the local weather map up on my phone to see whether I was stupid for NOT checking the weather before we left. BLEAK! Going to be off and on for the rest of the day.
We waited patiently for a while to see if I was going to get a shot at the water. 20 minutes later, the sun came out but it appeared the next deluge wasn’t far behind. We hit the water.I didn’t see ANY bedding fish and knew everything was going to be deep. I threaded on a 3′ 9″/per second sink head and my biggest, nastiest Russ Hampton designed Chartreuse Bass Spider I had in my box and heaved it to the water. I had several half-hearted rises but wasn’t getting the kind of enthusiasm I was hoping for so I moved.
At my new location, I was working my fly up a rocky rise when it caught fast…then shot off toward deeper water. Now we’re talking! 5 more minutes and I had my first Peacock to hand. A nice fish but not the size I was prospecting for. I threw at this location for another 10 minutes, then moved again. I spotted a great break in the edge I was working and a deep hole that plunged below that break and put a loop out to sink my fly deep into the hole. First cast got s solid bump so I recast into the depths. The strike was like a car wreck! Instant and violent. Then the weight came to bear on the rod and I knew I had found what I came for.That peacock didn’t come to hand so easily but once landed, I was able to admire this great fish. I was able to take one more fish before the thunderstorms chased us back to the car and although disappointed that I was only able to get an hour of fishing in after taking the long ride, I was NOT disappointed in the prize.
Made plans for my return trip before I even left from this one!