Me and mojo headed out from the lighthouse after school again today. Got in the water about 6:15pm. Decided to try and hit up a creek and hunt reds since it was shortly after low tide when we got there. Drove WOT to a creek mouth, got a little stuck in the sand bar at the mouth for a bit, finally got in the creek around 7:30-ish. Only had about an hour in the creek before we had to head back. Mojo hooked up with a monster red on a softbait outside the mouth while I was trying to trolling-motor us off a sand bar, but lost it after a respectable fight. Had catfish, flounder, pink dookies, and reds all hittin 100 feet up the creek. I left my redfish magics and SWAs in the truck, so only softies I had was some gulp jerky. I caught a big fat nothin and one short trout. Just about to turn and burn and head for home, wanted to throw up a tributary just out of casting distance from me with the Gulp, so I swapped poles and chucked a super spook as far as I possibly could up the nook and or cranny. cast number 1 resulted in a fight that lasted almost 5 minutes. Thought it was a gator trout from a distance. Turned out to be this guy, and after making several runs under the boat (couldn't dig him out with the light rod I was using) and playing a back and forth game of tug-of-war with my drag, finally got em in the boat. Got back to the lighthouse in pitch darkness (thank you Garmin) and met up with a very well hidden FWC officer who checked the fish, licenses and some safety equipment and wished us a good evening. No harrassing of any sort, and courteous
Didn't bother with the sonar, didn't check the temp. It was warm. Water was about 9-12 inches where mojo hooked up, and somewhere between 6 and 9 where I got my red. fished about 7:30 to 8:30pm, which was about ~ 2 hours or so in to the rising tide where we fished.
