My February closed with a bang!
Tuesday night I was driving to Corpus Christi for a much needed two days of fishing. My buddy has a house there on the water. Three covered boat slips, about 3000 square feet of deck loking out over his part of the bay. I'm sure there was an inside to the house, but I wasn't there much, only to sleep.
We hit the water Wednesday morning in his boat, a MOSCA flats boat. Whoa! I don't think it was missing much, if anything. Running into 30+- mph winds, sure we got wet, but much not much. Low gunnels allowed us to jump out and simply step back into the boat in most cases. A sweet ride on the water.
Laguna Madre is what it translates to in English, Mother. With cool temps and the high winds, there were not many other anglers out those two days. But I'm sure this huge bay could handle the traffic. And even with the big blow, most of the usually blue/green bay waters were only milky with mud.
The fish? I'm sure they were there the first day, but we managed only dink trout. The second day the trout were still avoiding us very well. We charged the MOSCA over to the King Ranch shoreline and spied a sand bar that wound along the shore for about 5 miles or more. At the edge of the sand bar was a drop-off of about 3 feet into grass covered soft mud. We waded and fished those drop offs. We caught fish.
With 10 pound test on my ALL*STAR rod, a 1/4 oz. jig head, and a pumpkin seed chartreuse colored paddle tout, we caught reds. Lots of reds. Those bay carp would hang in the mud at the drop-off of the bar, and in my mind I could picture them digging into the soft mud in an effort to escape whatever was pulling them shallow. The gold, large scaled fish were unsuccessful in each case, we landed every one of them.
Pictures? Aint none. I guess with so many fish, it just escaped my thoughts to capture it on film. Like every fishing trip, every fish caught, every time a salty wave slapped me in the face, I won't forget a single part of of this trip!
Spring weather will be here in a few weeks. I can feel the fever growing. Fishing will turn on as the water warms. I'll be ready, too.
I'm still waitin' for the ice to melt up here... Lucky bastid...
Posted by: RedNeck | March 04, 2009 at 05:39 PM
my kind of fishing! A 20 pound red fish on 10 # tackle will separate the fishermen from those who just go fishing!
Posted by: GUYK | March 05, 2009 at 06:43 PM
It’s another form of relaxing, you can share it with your family, especially with your kids; it can be a good bonding moment for you to take advantage of.
Posted by: ruthdabu | July 13, 2009 at 12:10 AM