Got out solo this morning, good and early. The sun was just clearing the mangroves as I launched. This photo shows the calmest the water was all day.
I started out trying to throw topwater, and did finally manage to catch a very fat trout in the 20" range on my She Dog. It was far too choppy to throw the Badonkadonk today. I had a number of near-misses after that, including a big fish that hit my She Dog so hard it launched two feet in the air.
I switched over to a jig head with a Cotee grub tail in rootbeer (it was the default, after failing to restock my other tails). I caught two more trout on this combo, both just under the slot.
The wind had really picked up at that point, and I could see the mullet and other baitfish getting pushed up against the mangroves, so I paddled over and anchored up. As I did, a charter boat came and anchored up just out of casting distance from me. Rude.
Fortunately, I'd get the last laugh, hooking up with a nice 22" redfish right where the grass line met the sand.
The wind was peaking at that point, and the tide was nearly at its highest, so I paddled over to Snook Island to try and complete my slam. Unfortunately, for the next two hours, I didn't catch a thing. Except a buzz.
No more fish pictures, but here is some kayak porn.
Later, that redfish made a nice meal at the hands of my dad.
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