I managed to get enough done around the house Saturday morning that I felt like I deserved a quick fishing trip that afternoon. I put in around 4:00 to catch the first of the incoming until it got dark. After an hour or so of trying everything in the boat for 1 keeper, I decided the grass was thin enough to try a Super Spook. Almost every cast produced a strike from then on. Short trout after missed trout after short trout, I was having a ball!, but still only one keeper in the boat. I called my last cast, and it was a long one. Then it finaly happened. A nice 24 inch trout landed on my plug and a treble hook sank into its belly. By the time I managed to free the treble hooks from both my landing net and the fish, the fish was dead and the sun was down, so I threw it in the cooler and headed in.
Next morning my buddy Ben calls and says he wants to go fishing but his motor is out of commission, so I felt obligated to take him
We get there at high tide and fish the outgoing. First 20 minutes, no fish. 30 minutes later, we had our limit, with 2 over 20 and were getting bored with throwing trout back, so we decided to head up a creek and see what other species we might find. Ben caught a flounder, but that was it for the creek. On the way out of the creek, we saw a large school of mullet out on the flats, and fortunately, Ben had the foresight to bring along his castnet. This school was HUGE and THICK with fat roe-mullet. After 10 minutes of that, we had run out of room in the cooler and decided to head in.
Needless to say, I ate pretty well last night. Fried mullet fillets and backbones, gizzards, deep-fried white roe, bacon wrapped yellow roe and some smoked mullet dip
The gods do not deduct from man's allotted span the hours spent in fishing. ~Babylonian Proverb
