Trout wasn’t what Blake and I were originally targeting, but sightfishing conditions just never presented themselves so we adjusted our gameplan and proceeded to wax the trout. Trout fishing in the marsh is insane right now. Just find moving water with bait and they will be there. It’s been like this for a few weeks now.
The view of the sunrise on 308 was pretty spectacular until the sun got high enough to be hidden by the clouds, where it stayed hidden the rest of the day.
We started the day on a flat that I knew has held bull reds in the past. It didn’t take long to get a follow from a good red and then an eat on my She-Dog, unfortunately for me none of the six hooks that bait carried penetrated flesh and Blake was there with a quick follow up cast and subsequent hookset. After a strong fight with a fish in tidal current we boated the first bull red of the day.
It was a very distinct fish, one I’d seen before. I even remarked to Blake during the fight that if we catch a bull red with a big dent in his head at this spot, there is a good possibility he’s been caught before. This is the same fish Hays caught on one of our trips back in January. He’s still sitting on the same flat, some ten months later.
I kept throwing the topwater after that and began getting hits from keeper trout fairly regularly. Knowing I’d be fishing with the boys from Alabama the next few days I decided to start keeping fish, just in case the rest of the weekend was unproductive for us. Since we couldn’t really effectively sightfish, catching trout was not a bad consolation.
We drifted a shoreline picking up trout here and there, then had an unsuccessful effort in a shallow pond for reds, at the outlet of that pond we stumbled onto a trout gold mine. It wasn’t all keeper speckled trout, there were plenty of white trout too, but it was a fish every cast and that’s hard to beat.
Blake was catching them on a double rig and I was wearing them out on a Matrix shad, I think you could have thrown anything though and had the same results. That bite did eventually slow down and we drifted on down the shoreline. Things were kind of quiet for a little bit then Blake had another big red inhale his bait.
Almost the same size as the first red, this one, however, was much prettier, it was another fantastic fish. We continued our drift and eventually moved into another bay. This bay had a little island in the middle of it and water was being blown around it. The water was pretty shallow throughout, but that didn’t matter much to the trout. We were on them again and decided it was time to stop and count our fish.
We needed less than 20 to finish off a two man limit and we weren’t leaving until we did that – this sightfishing trip had turned into a meat haul. The good news was that it really didn’t take long to accomplish that.
It was a great day on the water with Blake and the start to what would be a great weekend.