I polled around a corner and spotted this massive black drum guarding the opening to a pond. A few shots later and Adam was hooked up with the biggest fish of his life. This narley looking creature fought for 30 minuets before I could grab that gigantic tail. At 42 pounds I had more than a little difficulty getting the big black drum into the boat. Good thing I have a 60 pound Boga grip because this guy was a beast.
Several fish later the day was coming to a close. I spotted a massive dorsal fin in a pond about 100 yards away. When we got to the opening the 20 + pound redfish was crawling the right hand bank. Multiple shots were taken but none found the sweet spot. The sun was now too low for sightfishing. I cranked the 90 hp Yamaha and headed the nose into a setting sun. It really felt great to get another day of fly fishing bull redfish in clean water before summer hits.
The next two days were spent with father and son team Craig and Drew. Higher winds and less sun made for much more difficult sightfising. Nevertheless I found good numbers in small bayous and openings. Most of the fish we spotted were crawling on banks laced with oyster clusters. Drew was on the platform when a pig was tailing one foot from the bank. His best shot was foiled when the fly hit him in the back of the head. The 20+ pound fish did not reappear until the boat was completely out of position. Still we caught some nice fish but it was not nearly as good as the day before.
Craig and Drew's final day had to be cut extremely short. The crew had tickets to the final four in Atlanta. Time was of the essence so I launched early at Delicroix and fished close to the dock. The sun was barley up and spincasting was the only option.
We only fished maybe 3 hours but the team managed to wack 6 or 7 nice reds and one beautiful marsh bass. Today the clouds and wind have returned. I have already had to reschedule a trip. Soon the summer weather pattern will begin with afternoon thunderstorms. Freshwater reds swimming in grass will be the order of the day. If I am lucky I may make one more trip to the Triangle before the winter pattern ends.