South Shore, Honolulu,
Hawaii, November 8, 2008
A report from
SteveL
I went back out to Five Dollar Flats with EricW early Saturday morning. The
cloudy skies glowed a bright orange as dawn broke over
the mountain ridge with a rising tide that would peak
sometime around noon. I figured we had a three hour
window to fish before it got too deep to wade. It was
quite gusty, but if you fish Hawaii, that is the norm.
It takes a good 9-weight rod and a low profile line to
power through that wind to get some distance on your
casts.
I had an idea where we would fish that morning and to save
some time, we walked along the beach nearly a quarter mile.
As we entered the flats we could see several very
large Oio tailing. Eric tried to go after them but
lined them as a gust of wind blew his line right over their
backs. The strategy was to cast in front of them and wait
and wait and wait a couple of minutes before twitching your
fly. If you can get these spooky fish to bite you're lucky.
Most of our successful hookups are from blind casting into
"fishy" waters. Having fished these flats for years, you
get to know the "highways" they take through the flats.
As we made our way to a submerged point we kept casting,
hoping to pick up something along the way.
We settled into our spots and I got my strike about 15
minutes later. It was a sudden tug, and then the coils of
line start to whip through my fingers then the rod arced
toward the water and the reel started to scream as the fish
went on it's run. I let out a "whoop" and held on.
Every fish strike starts off similar but the
Oio
run is like no other. Some
fish rip out with your reel spinning so fast you dare not
touch it fearing you'll break your thumb on the knob and
then the fish will snap your 20 pound leader or will bend
your hook straight. Others run in graduated spurts and
others will run a hundred yards and then streak back in
toward you -- and you are reeling like hell to get line
back on the reel.
This fish ran about 30 yards into my backing then stopped.
Must be small I thought, but it wasn't. It saved all it's
energy to fight a close battle. It took me nearly ten
minutes to bring it to net. It was a surprising 6-pounds
and 24-inches in length.
We didn't hook anything after that. After another hour
half, the rising tide and the lure of breakfast and hot coffee begged our return to
shore.
EQUIPMENT:
Use 9-weight fast-action rods
to deal with the constant wind that blow over these
flats.