I was not quite sure what to expect from the weather Sunday morning. I set out to get to the lighthouse ramp around 6:30. I started heading out in the dark and fog and was only a few hundred yards east of the lighthouse when I was totally socked in. Not being able to see any landmarks and not having a GPS, I decided to make my way towards shore and possibly pick out a creek mouth without spooking every fish in the area. There was no chance of running aground as the water was very high and due to be high tide at 9am. After finally finding the saw grass line, I moved into a creek and immediately hooked up with a nice Blue fish. It was kind of spooky out there. I was not able to see more than about 50 yards in any direction. It was especially nerve wracking when a pod of bait fish would start scattering in all directions as my plug was coming through. Just knowing that a strike was imminent had my muscles tightening over and over again. I was having a hard time trying to continue working the lure as if I didn’t know what was about to happen. After a few missed strikes I got a huge blow up on my top water. When the fish skyrocketed out of the water by at least two feet I assumed it was another Blue. To my amazement it was a beautiful 18” Trout. This was one of the fattest Trout I have ever seen. He had to go close to 3 pounds.
Shortly after 8am the sun was trying to shed a little light on my surroundings. I realized that I had not heard any other engine sounds or seen anyone else on the water. It was as if I had the entire bay to myself. I had purchased a pink Chug Bug on Friday because I remembered a friend talking about ripping a pink topwater early in the morning, so I thought what the heck, let’s give it a try. I started working along a creek with the pink topwater and was rewarded with a spirited fight from a 24” Red fish. After catching and releasing a few more Trout, both keepers and shorts, the bite seemed to slow a bit, so I decided to move on. I moved east to Grey Mare Island. There were plenty of Reds along the creeks. I plundered through there for a couple of hours, boating two more Reds. The largest was 28” and around 7 pounds. This bruiser ran me around and under the boat at least twice. My 10lb mono as well as my drag, was thoroughly tested. I lost at least as many Reds as I boated. None broke off though. Of those that I lost, they shook the hook. Fish were caught on various top water plugs, spoons, and jigs. All the fish I caught were released. There are just some days I would rather catch and release than keep. All in all it was a fine day of fishing and I hope to get some more of those “the bay all to myself” days, though with the water temp decreasing, I doubt that is going to be anytime soon.
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So does anyone know what he was using.. Looks like pink chug bug on the trout.. can't make out the one on the red.. Don't worry, if im right I wont tell anyone. 
