, just in front of the bow. Oh, gator was snoozing on the mud bank. 
Fished along further up. Drifting faster than I wanted because of the wind and rising tide, but the wind wasn't as bad as it was outside. Kept anchoring or sticking the bow of the boat up in the marsh to work this bar, that bank, this or that hole."What's that swimming?"
"A snake?"
"Don't see many of them in the saltmarsh."
"Let's go see what kind it is."
"It's a striped swimming snake. Definitely not a cottonmouth. It's gonna' be a bait snake if there's a red on that bar."
No red, not a hungry one anyway. The striped swimming snake went on to do whatever it is striped swimming snakes do on Sunday afternoon. I worked up to the next bend with a deep hole, cleaning whale snot off my spinnerbait nearly every cast. Then started paddling back down the creek. Got to the mouth of the creek. Didn't see the gator. The tide was high, no current running. Paddled out across the wind to where I could line up a drift up the West Goose Creek Channel to the first bars. A whole lot less whale snot out here. Anchored on the first bar and worked around it, then the next, etc. Got to the long bar in the mouth of the creek and went on up the east bank to the first bar right by the bank. Worked that bar then moved on up to the next with all the grass on it.
By now it's five and I got nothing all afternoon. Not even a bump. Mostly threw Bayou Buck spinnerbaits. Not the ones from the raffle this year, but last year or the year before.
Did throw a 52M Mirr-O-Lure a little bit, but got nothing on that either.Talked to some fella's when I got back to the beach who'd caught a few on mud minnows.
If you go down there watch launching on the left side of the beach. Below the high tide line some dork used his propwash to blow out a trailer swallowing hole.
