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November 22nd - Tampa Bay & More

"Fishvision" - Rick Taylor
73.5 Total Inches
Snook 37.6" ~ Redfish 21.2" ~ Trout 14.7"


"saltlife" - Joshua Conley
69.9 Total Inches
Snook 23.4" ~ Redfish 28.5" ~ Trout 18.0"


"ChrisR" - Chris Ravelo
67.1 Total Inches
Snook 23.6" ~ Redfish 25.5" ~ Trout 18.0"


$20.00 O'Brien's Irish Pub & Grill Gift Certificate
"Silver K" - Atthapol Wongseprasert "Doom"
Measured in at 27.7 inches


$20.00 O'Brien's Irish Pub & Grill Gift Certificate
"BUDA" - Andrew Buda
Measured in at 26.75 inches


$20.00 O'Brien's Irish Pub & Grill Gift Certificate
"olinfins" - Olin Satterfield
Measured in at 24.3 inches



Weigh-in Pics...









A few stats...
Anglers that signed-up: 45
Tokens submitted for review: 37
Total fish checked-in: 80 (YTD 367)
Slams checked-in: 15 (YTD 55)
Snook checked-in: 30 (YTD 105)
Reds checked-in: 23 (YTD 120)
Trout checked-in: 27 (YTD 142)
Payouts & Gift Certificates: $960 (YTD $5,165.00)
Anglers that fished all six events: 17
Disqualified Anglers: None (YTD 3)

Thanks to all those who came out today and braved the winds!

Also, "THANK YOU" to the fine folks at...

They're located at...
701 West Lumsden Road, Brandon, FL 33511
(813) 661-9688

Stay tuned-in for announcements concerning your
2015 HCKAC Tournament Series & Series Championship!

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Welcome to the Core!
The HCKAC is based around the many anglers that have chosen a kayak as their main method of fishing!
We stay very active, hosting a yearly tournament series, online tournaments and "Fish_N_Munch" gatherings to keep you on the water and catching fish.


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20141114 - When In Doubt Look About


The day had originally been planned to be a solo trolling for grouper day, but with one vehicle visiting the University of Florida, the truck had been relegated to violin duty in the afternoon. That left just enough time to get in a early morning of fishing, the daughter's violin downtown at 3:00, the Dawg's game at 7:15. A full day of being outdoors, sophistication, and football all in one day.

The one wild card in the mix was mother nature - and she provided one of the colder days (the truck registered 46), some winds, and not so lucrative tides. Regardless the 5am wake up, check work (being oncall can be a drudgery, but it beats the alternative of unemployment), and out the door at 6:05 was a good start.

Unfortunately half way down the road to said launch site I realized that I left my waders at home. It was scheduled to warm up, but I wasn't looking forward to upper 40's, breezy and wet. Regardless I was committed and figured I would grin and bear it. I had a good wind breaker and a couple shirts on.

Pushing out this fellow greeted me at just past dark thirty. The warm of the light was deceiving - it was still pretty brisk and cold.


I wasn't optimistic about the the first light bite and so I decided to stay in the mangroves for a bit. At least until the sun came up some more. After a whole lotta nothing I decided it was time to move and and paddle out in the more open water to the usual areas. The winds didn't cooperate much more and really gave me a good soaking. Paddling and the windbreaker kept the body core warm, but the legs certainly were cold.

I figured with the cold temperatures the fish would be in "deeper" water and managed to pull out two tourist trout, but was convinced there were some flounder in the mix. There were several pulls up to the boat and then nothing.

Regardless the skunk was off the boat - trying to upgrade to gator trout was a no go and after the tide switched I managed to get up a small [non-photo-worthy] red. I continued to stand up in the kayak and found myself staring down at some upper 20's reds - there was only one problem. With all the wind they had snuck up n me and were about 3' from the kayak. I crouched over and managed to get off a 2' cast and hoped for the best; one quick look at the boat the water exploded with fish running in all directions. Beautiful...the only fish of the day had snuck up on me and were gone.

By now it was mid morning and oddly I found myself to be the only person for miles. I guess people had seen the tides and weather and said, "The heck with that." Perhaps I should have as well, but with a higher sun the water would warming and the water should be moving a bit quicker soon enough. At least that was my story...

Seeing a bunch of small white bait earlier I switched from a rootbeer 3" paddletail to a pepper/white one. Giving the Dawgs the nod, I tipped it with a red jig head. It had the look of the Dawgs away colors with silver britches.

Here's a sample shot - not the best, but you get the idea.


I drifted back and forth over water in the 12"-36" range. I was confident that the water was warming and was looking for those reds again. I started seeing mullet, birds, rays...previously the water looked like a desert with little or no commotion. I figured I would fish where the bait was an hoped for a trout - and as luck would have it I saw a big one. Of course I managed to spook it too.

I pushed back out to the 4' range casting to the 12" to 36" range; I fished it slow and soon enough there was a sharp pull on the line. The Sabalo 2500 had no issues with this fish - call it a upper teens snook. He was sent back to grow up some more.

I checked my line for nicks and rearranged the paddletail, and proceeded to toss again. Call it 5 yards farther down. With a solid thwack it was game one, but this fish was not a teens fish. I was convinced I was on a fat boy red until I saw my line rushing across the 18" water so fast that it was leaving a small wake. There wasn't much controlling this fish and I dropped anchor and just watched line go out; the flat lit up like a lightning bolt. Fish were scrambling everywhere. Most looked like snook. So much for fishing this area - fish were spooked but good...still on line the fish started pulling my kayak into the winds; water was coming over the beams from the breeze, but it wasn't much to worry about. Push come to shove I just get out and stand up.

Eventually the fish was closer and I saw it was a another but much bigger snook. I was hoping that the 20# leader would hold up, so I backed off the drag a touch and let her wear herself down. Boatside I lipped her and took a couple photos. Call it mid to upper 20's.


She liked to do the thumb sucking routine, but honestly she clamped down more than once hard enough for me to wince.


Released she looked at me and just kinda did that silly thing that snook do - sit there and look at you for a bit. One day I swear a shark or dolphin is going to thwack one boat side.

Clued in on where the snook were and what they were biting I moved down about 50 yards and repeated the routine. Sure enough a lower 20's snook cooperated. This fellow jumped, and made some strong runs, so I knew immediately what was on the line. This guy didn't like his photo taken, but left me with a shot I liked. Lots of color and motion in there.


I was tallying up the day and realized that I was one red short of a double slam. Opting to close it out I switched retrieves and lures, but with time running out it wasn't meant to be. I had a long paddle in and made it home just in time to rinse the reels, shower up, slam own some chow and head to downtown Tampa for the daughter's recital.

On the way we listened to the Gators choke - I could only imagine what Wonderboy up at row 77 was thinking. He's officially drinking the Gator Cool-aid. About 20 minutes later I got a text, "No doubt that some money changed hands for the refs today. That pass was totally not catchable." Awesome. Let that hate fester and remember it for next year...or two or three. No matter what it'll be [yet] another rebuilding year at FL.

Interestingly now at the recital I crossed paths with my neighbor who had his Florida Sportman and two other fishing magazines to read. Since neither of us we weren't privy to hear the recital we recapped the day's fishing.

Wrapping up the recital we opted to hit Square One Burger on the way home - the Elk Burger was awesome, but I think that the pork and hamburger my daughter was the best. I hydrated on a couple cold adult beverage - happy hour was $3 a beer (such a deal).

Managed to get home to watch AU decide not to show up for the game at UGA. GA didn't so much win as AU decided to give us a bunch of extra tries. That said 34-7 is a solid win.

Overall a good day full of good fishing, some minor level of sophistication, good eats, and some good football. And yes FSU should have lost. Can't live on that edge too long - what'll happen is there will be a long line of losses in the last 30 seconds. GA does that with way too much frequency.

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Mosquito Lagoon 2


The weather was forecast to be almost perfect yesterday so I took the day off to fish. I went to the Pole & Troll area of Mosquito Lagoon again and slayed the baby trout with 8 or 9 landed. Everywhere I went and no matter what I threw, I caught baby trout. While staked out throwing a Riptide Flats Chub in Opening Night color, my bait finally got nailed and the way it was stripping line I figured I had a decent redfish on. I unclipped from my stakeout pole so the fish could pull me around and when I finally got it next to the boat I was surprised to see a large trout. It measured 28" and weighed 8 lbs. This is my new personal best for trout.


A Red to Remember!

 Ron (HellOnReels) Henderson

Almost a year ago to the day, I had a personal best Redfish, almost filling my 36" measuring board at 35.5". That was one hell of a fish and I thought at the time, it's gonna be hard to do better than that. What made that day even more special was landing a 31", not even fifteen minutes later. If you get a Redfish in the low 30's in this area, you are doing pretty darn good. This is not Mosquito Lagoon, where reds can run 40-50+ inches.

 Well Saturday, I did something I thought was not possible. I topped that 35.5" personal best, with a 37" donkey of Red! More unbelievable, is that I caught this one not more than 30 yards from where I got the other personal best! It started Saturday a week ago, when I was on a school of Reds five different times. This school was maybe 40 in number, but they were all huge fish.

Over the last eight or so years, I've learned a lot about "reading" the water. I consider myself a pretty good Redfish angler, as I've learned to tell when they are present. However, this school was different than anything I had seen before. The water would just literally churn up and then you would spot them or see the big tails pop up. At one point they came up behind me and I looked down next to my boat and my mouth just dropped open. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was the biggest Red I have ever seen, sitting right next to my boat, like I wasn't even there. I could have reached out and grabbed her. Judging by where she was sitting next to my boat, I would have to estimate the fish at nearly 4 feet long. That would put her at mid to high 40's! A few minutes after seeing that fish, I had another explode on my Spook Jr. and darn near jerked my rod out of my hand and broke my reel at the mount!

Moving forward to this past Saturday, I met up with my buddy Marty(Ultralight) for another go at it. It was cool, tide was way low with not much water and it was windy. Not much going on at all for a while. A few small trout, but nothing to brag about. The tide bottomed out around 8am and as it started to come back in the mullet activity seemed to increase. I started working a grass flat in a little deeper water, hoping to meet the fish coming in with the tide. I started working my favorite Bone/ silver Spook Jr., when out of nowhere this massive wake comes up behind it and the fish just lifts its body out of the water and rolls down on top of it. Now I'm in a fight!

 Just from the power of it, I knew I had a large fish and was confirmed when I stood up and took a look at it. Now that I know it's bigger than any red I've had on before, my heart is racing. I'm having visions of the fish that I had seen the prior week and I want to get my hands on it! To keep my nerves on edge, she came to the boat four times and turned away, peeling off some 30 yards of line. By this time, I'm yelling to Marty, who is about 100 yards behind me. His radio is broke so I couldn't call him. He finally hears me and comes over. Just as he gets to me, I place the grip in her mouth. He blurted out some expletives and we high fived! ;laugh: He helped me get the fish on his Hardcore 40 board and I gasped as she hit the 37" mark with no tail pinch! :yahooo: So glad my good friend was there with me to share that! Thanks for reading along. :rock:

GoPro Year In Fishing!

Randy Farber

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Teach Him The Art Of Reeling And Cast

 Adrian  Correa


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The Future!

Steve M. Gibson

My boy Jacob and I took a quick trip around the pond in our new Emotion tandem. He quickly surprised me and stood up and said he was going to find us some fish. He will be a future HardCore member for sure!

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