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Saltwater Fly Fishing For Inshore Game Fish:

A Huge Snook

By Capt. Douglas Sinclair

Congratulation Doug - You Made It!

This was late September. I took a couple of days off from work to help my wife after the birth of our new baby boy. The afternoons were just starting to cool off and you could feel a light breeze blowing up the canal next to the trailer we rented. This was always my favorite time of the year. Late afternoon and evening fishing was a real treat. With the days still longer and no change in the clocks, it was nice for fishing.

Around 4:30, Roger called me to go fishing. A couple of the guys from the shop were going out because the snook had started getting hot. Nothing finer than barbequed snook. I declined because I thought I couldn't just leave Annie home alone. But, honestly, I was really getting bored. My good intentions of helping didn't amount to squat, outside of keeping Annie company.

About 8:30 I heard a ruckus in the canal. Sure sounded like it could be a snook breaking up some bait. My ears were peeled on the sound coming from the canal, as I half listened to Annie talking about something. Then I heard a crash right near the coquina sea wall that separated the lawn next to the trailer from the canal. I was sure it was a snook.

I got up slowly and walked over to the window and listened some more. Thrash, splash, splash.

God was I bored just sitting in that house. I turned to Annie, who had already read my mind. She said, "Go ahead." So I grabbed the rod and a mirro-lure and headed out the door. By now it was pitch-black out. I couldn't even see the other side of the canal. The was once an old drainage ditch that the State built and it had since taken on a life of its own.

I got as close to the seawall as I could and did a kind of short cast, because, like I said, I couldn't see the other side and I didn't want to cast there in the dark. A short 15 or 20-foot cast and the M52 hit the water. I let it settle a little, and then gave a quick twitch to the left and another to the right. I did this for the full retrieve and I thought I could hear something behind it. So, I reeled in and recast. This time a shorter cast of about 10 feet. The lure hit the water and on my second twitch the snook hit it with all the fury of a lion pulling down a water buffalo at about 30 mph.

ZING! 50 feet of line peeled off in about 2 seconds.

God, this guy was strong and pulled hard to what I thought was the other side of the canal. I fought this snook for about 15 minutes and finally he started to give in.

I got him over to the seawall, and held the rod up high with my left hand as I reached down with my right hand to grab his tail. I didn't want to risk getting my hand near the gill-plates because they are sharp as razors. I didn't have anything to really pull him in with since I walked out the door with just the rod and reel and the mirro-lure.

There was the slightest hint of light coming from a street lamp. So I could see the reflection of the line in the water and this huge fish just below the surface that I was now reeling towards my right hand. As I bent down to grab the snook I was mortified at what came out of the water. A five-foot alligator had my mirro-lure stuck to his cheek and eyelid. He wasn't very happy.

This gator was coming for me so I threw the rod and reel into the canal and walked briskly back to the trailer.

I went immediately to the frig and pulled out a can of beer. Chugged it down and grabbed for another one.

Annie came in and said,"What happened? You look white as a ghost."

I told her the story.

That was the last time I went snook fishing after dark in the canal. ~ Doug

About Doug:
Capt. Doug Sinclair has relocated from New Smyrna Beach, Florida to Grantsboro, NC. He specializes in fly-fishing and light tackle charters. Doug charters the Coastal Carolina area of New Bern or Oriental. Catch him on the web at www.flyfishacademy.net or call him at (252) 745-3500. Doug is also a Sponsor here on FAOL.

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