Tide: Incoming
Today, Kelly and I bailed of work early to try our hand at som
e afternoon fishing. We headed out to 4th Street out of convenience, and I beat him there by about 15 minutes since he stopped for bait. I launched quickly and just as quickly, a rainstorm ran up on me. I parked my yak under the Howard Frankland Bridge to wait it out. Just as the storm passed, I saw Kelly launching. While I waited for him to paddle over, I half-heartedly threw my Yo-zuri and Gulp around the bridge pilings, but nothing doing.
We paddled east toward The Cut. There was a lot of action in the water, so we stopped to throw a few topwaters along the way. I got a hit, but not hook-up, and we both had a few follows after that, but nothing to the boat.
We fished The Cut hard for the next hour and a half. I got totally skunked, but Kelly picked up two under-slot redfish on a live shrimp suspended under a popping cork.
At some point I anchored up to throw at a downed tree in the water that was holding glass minnows. Just before I made my first cast, I saw a red tailing around the tree. I commenced to place one beautiful cast after another at that bastard but his mouth was slammed shut.
Annoyed, I paddled over to Kelly, told him the story and said he could probably hook up with the red with a well-placed live shrimp. He obliged, and on his second cast, came tight on the red. After he boated the red and let it free, he awarded me an assist.
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