Peacock Bass On A Red Streamer

I was out in Miami again in May; of course, visiting the grandkids.  The weather was good, not too humid yet.  

The fishing, however, seemed a little tougher.  

One day while fishing a stretch of canal along the Black Creek Trail behind a set of apartments where I had fished on previous trips I switched flies every twenty minutes without any luck.  I tried large streamers, small streamers, green, brown, white and black.  

Finally I tried a fly with a lot of red in it.  I quickly caught 3 peacock bass.  Two of which were good size.  

I will continue to experiment with the color red, but who knows.  

It could have also been due to the particular location or the time of day.  You never know, but hopefully figure out something that seems to tip the odds in your favor. 

Another day Brooke and I were fishing behind the city works building.  I had never fished this section of canal before.  It is a wide section with a steep bank.  

I hooked a big butterfly peacock right off the bat but it quickly went deep and hooked me up on a rock and got away.  Downstream a ways I hooked another.  Brooke grabbed the net off the back of my vest and went down the bank to net it.  By this time several of the workers from the city building had come out to watch and even give Brooke a hand getting back up the bank.  

This was a nice size fish worthy of showing off to an audience.  The last thing I hooked however was a duck.  The ducks must be used to humans throwing them food because even after taking the hook out of its beak, it didn’t fly away but rather just swam there keeping an eye on me seemingly still expecting me to throw it a better piece of food.