I decide to go try and uncover a couple baits…but they are scarce…but wind up obtaining about eight great kinds.
I commence seeking but the wind and clouds are brutal…I glide past a single and practically as reflex I slip the anchor more than and fire the bait in the route he was shifting. I set down and completely ready a different rod and figure I will try the region a couple minutes. I get a different bait out just as I see the initial rod coming restricted….Sport on!
After a brief image I reposition the other bait and it is not long right before I experience a tug…then it drops it…then picks it up..I think it truly is a catfish so I jerk it tough…and…..the battle is on.
This a single was a ton even bigger….and it expense me a little blood. The fish designed a operate proper as I obtained it at the boat and in my haste to get to the stern to apparent the line around the long tail sticking out the again…slipped and gashed my shin pretty great on the motor take care of….
But, I understood while I did want to retain Redfishing…I experienced to go uncover a snook…By now, the wind was seriously huffin’…and rain skirted by just north of me. I understood time was small. I ran to yesterdays snook location…and was equipped to pull a single out.
So, it truly is ten AM…and that is #48 4 out of five visits from the tin can!
Get started to head again…and realize there is an issue….the river is whitecapping like a scene from ” Victory at Sea” .
I use a wind shadow to do the job south…then have to go quarter beam-to into it… tacking up wind….until I arrive at the spoil islands…and can duck in and operate down sea. It was a damp crossing in that little tin can. Tomorrow is suppose to be much lighter wind.