We Runned and Gunned

 I had the Barton crew again today, this time meeting Brad, and his friends Blake, and Blake down at the Goffinsville Park boat ramp. I had checked the weather and it was going to be a nice sunny day, but the wind was going to pick up later in the trip. Sure enough, it did.  Our first stop was way down at the jetties off of the south end of Amelia Island. We started on the outside, pitching jigs then worked our way around to the inside. Although it was not "rough" there were some serious rollers. All three anglers and myself tried our best to steady ourselves while pitching to the rocks and we did get some fish. I think it was Brad and Blake the younger who put into the boat some Bluefish, then we got a handful of Seatrout, one of which was of keeper size. 

We left the rollers, skirted Bird Island (or what used to be Bird Island) and pulled up into the mouth of Simpsons Creek, switching to float rigs and live shrimp, fishing the last of an incoming tide. We had a nibble or two then Brad had a strong hookup. We could tell it was bigger than a Trout, thought it was a Redfish, but it turned out to be a nice sized Spanish Mackerel.

Our next stop was up at the mouth of the Nassau River, again drifting float rigs and live shrimp, and now on an outgoing tide. We got a handful of Seatrout along that stretch. We continued on up into Jackstaff, fished a large outflow, then worked the creek bank, then headed on around to the Nassau River, stopping at Twin Creeks where we had such a good bite yesterday. Not so today. Although we did get a Trout or two, and a slimey Catfish, it was no where near the action the day before. 

Our final stop was down at Broward Island, fishing under a Bald Eagle, tossing jigs. The tide was still high here - we had a couple of nibbles, but no takers, so we called it a day, another great one to be fishing here at Amelia Island, Florida.