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Along with the blueline fishing I did in Georgia back in June there was creek fishing done of another sort back at the cabin.

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On two different days I managed to fit in a few hours on the creek.  The first day I fished with a trusty hopper dropper combo that had a big chubby chernobyl and some buggy looking nymph off the back.  I had some success, thought it was a pretty good day, caught some nice fish.  One of my fish, a big brown, came on the chernobyl, which was a cool bonus because I kind of tie it on as a hopeful indicator.

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The second day I fished I threw a big streamer.  That’s when I realized that whatever action I had on the first day was measly in comparison.  I was moving fish left and right with this big streamer.  Talk about some fun fishing!  Watching fish chase a minnow imitation down is an adrenaline rush and I highly recommend it.

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I only have so much creek to cover at the cabin so I think working it once with the hopper dropper, letting it rest, then hitting it with the streamer was unintentionally a good move.  It’s going to be hard to have that patience whenever I make it back though, some of those streamer eats were like watching redfish chase down flies in the marsh, just vicious.  So much fun.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, I’ve got reports to catch up on. The older the trip the hazier the memory, but I’ll give it my best shot.

A couple of Alabama buddies reached out in February to let me know they had a room available at a camp in Grand Isle they rented for the weekend. After clearing things with the wife I took off toward the coast.  The forecast looked great for Saturday but that Friday evening driving down was windy as hell.  I stopped at a couple culverts on the way down for a few casts, but nothing was working for me or a local.

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Fingers were crossed that the wind would eventually lay down and things would look good in the morning.

The next morning the wind had laid down and the tide was way out.  It was chilly though and it took a while for things to warm enough to where the redfish were active.  Once they were active the fishing was pretty good.

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I blew a couple of really easy opportunities at fish on the hookset which I can only attribute to not having redfished in a while.  Still I managed a few nice fish, including a “kayaker” bull that almost hit 30″.  It was a good trip and it was great catching up with a couple friends also afflicted with the redfish bug.

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Even the sun shines on a dog’s ass some days.  Thanks to Sidney Deane for the quote, but that pretty much summed up the last time I got out to fish.  The day before my wife had to remind me that I had planned on fishing the next day and I’m glad she did.  Conditions were perfect and the fish cooperated.  Winds were light, the sun was out, water clarity good, and the fish were there.  Within five minutes of launching I caught my first redfish as he was cruising along the shore.

I then managed to catch a limit of reds on the fly in that same area within sight of my vehicle over the next hour or so.

It was stupid fishing, there were redfish everywhere early on.  All the reds were mid to upper slot sized with a handful being above slot, no true bulls, but no rats either, all nice fish.

Redfish were crawling on mud flats, they were tailing out in the open, they were cruising the shores, and roaming in packs.  If there was a moment where I didn’t have a redfish in sight all I had to do was wait and one would swim into my vicinity OR I’d hear them crashing shrimp in the next pond over.  The bait shrimp that day were THICK, the reds were gorging themselves.

When I decided I needed a break from the reds I stopped at a spot with clean moving water and searched for trout, I found out they were there too.

I caught them on the fly too, just for fun.  I had steady action on trout 12-15″ for a while before deciding to move along.

Everything I caught was released, maybe that’s why the fish gods smiled down upon me on this day, but it definitely made for an easier trip.

I stayed long enough to catch one at 29″.  I really couldn’t tell you how many I caught working my way up to that size.  I didn’t manage to break the 30″ mark, I spent plenty of time looking, but there just weren’t any big bulls around.

It’s been a long time since a day has gone that well for me, which is part of the reason I fish the coast so infrequently now.  I had forgotten how good it could be.  The drive seemed to get longer and longer as I caught fewer and fewer fish.  It’s good to have a good reminder that when the stars align the fishing can be pretty incredible.