Fished the salt this weekend and had a good time. First night out had a fella come out to the dock light we were fishing and asked us how it was fishing. "Great, just pulled the hook out of a 6-8lbs red." I was about ready to thank him when he said, well the fish are going to thank me and he turned off the lights under the water. We exchanged words and moved on. The rest of the night was slow only one other red. The next morning my Dad and I went to the beach where we got into some pompino and ladies. I was limping in the low water looking for some snook when I saw one cruising. Made a cast, he followed to about ten feet of me and then turned. For some reason I thought the bait was to big so I cut my line and looked into the water only to see about a 15lb female cruising right in my casting lane. Crap, line in one hand fly in the other. Had two other chances for snook that day but no takers.
Next two days of fishing were standard, fish here fish there, no snook though.
The last night I was there we pulled up on a light that was covered with reds and trout. I wish I would have brought my camera, awesome sight. I told my mom, "Ill give you one cast and then I going to ruin the light. Her cast produced no fish, I waited until the bait bunched together and the fish started popping. One cast, 1 fish 23" red. Fished some other lights, some trout ladies, and kitty's. Stuck a snook that night, but the rabbit tail got caught around the hook so the slam was gone. Landed three other reds that night.
Overall another great trip, besides looking gay walking with my arm around my dad when I was trying to get down to the water it was awesome (two dudes "looked" at us and smiled). I love the salt, love my family, but I do have to say to many Yankees down there these days. There is something about the south/TN that makes you smile when you pull into your neighborhood and every car you pass the driver waves.
Blessings
Icthus
