We headed down to the spot where my son and I had seen and caught several reds. Not long after arriving we saw the only school of actively feeding redfish we would see all day. They blew by us at Mach speed so we didn't get much of an opportunity at them. I wasn't worried and took this as a good sign. About 3 hours later we found our next reds. It consisted of a loose school laid up like dogs in the sun in the mouth of a creek. They wouldn't budge. They made no effort to look at our baits. I even pushed 1 over the slot red with my rod tip to get him to move.
Time for plan B. I eased us up into a creek trying to change our luck. The creek was full of mullet but few reds in the 1st 1/4 of the creek. Nearing the uppermost reaches of the creek I finally tie into a beautiful 26" red. Now with the skunk out of the boat, my partners seemed to find a second wind.
I moved us back down the creek and over to an adjacent creek. I put both of my partners on the bow of the boat and direct them from the back. Finally Dallas hooks up with a good red. High fives all around. Its the 1st red he's ever caught and he's liking it pretty good.
We continue on down the creek and Dallas locks into another red. Somewhat smaller but welcome just the same.
I'm starting to think the worm is turning for us. My other partner Todd is getting some follows, short strikes, and even breaks off on a good red. But our luck had run out. What little luck we had. We continued fishing until around 6:00 p.m. but without any more luck.
Put the boat on the trailer and 3 wore out fishermen made our way back to GA. I was so disappointed not being able to put these guys on some redfish, but I promised to make it up to them on another trip real soon.
As bad as Monday was I still can't wait til next time.
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Good job showing my cohorts a good time 
