CC and BB's prediction comes true - Team Seatrout - 8/23/08
Posted: August 24th, 2009, 12:23 pm
BB met me at the house at 5:15 a.m. with boat in tow and we headed to the coast. We had a brief scare early on when BB was running low on diesel and every gas station that sold diesel wasn’t open yet. We eventually found one that did at the corner of Crawfordville Highway and 98…not a moment too soon.
We got the boat launched a few minutes after One Keeper and Cheesy and made our way West. It was smooth as glass on the ride to Spot #1 and BB had her skint back. The weather was a mild 68* when left the ramp…Note: 68* feels much colder going 51 mph across the bay. One Keeper and Cheesy were keeping Spot #1 warm for us, but after an hour of fishing, BB and I hadn’t gotten a hit. To quote Kenny Powers, we said, “F that noise” and rode on to Spot #2. The north wind was blowing pretty good at this point and the water at Spot #2 was rough and looked like a chocolate milkshake. There was also a ton of floating grass…not a good combination for topwater addicts. After thirty minutes of getting beat up and only one short trout to show, we ran back to Spot #1. Another hour spent at Spot #1 and we each caught a blue. I had a big hit on topwater, but the fish whiffed the plug and showed no love after that.
By this time, it’s 10 a.m. and we still don’t have a fish in the box. We’d only caught one short trout and two blues. The wind died and we decided that some areas several miles from Spot #1 might be fishable now that the wind was dead. We made the run and as we got into the area, the water looked a little cleaner, there was less floating grass, and mullet were everywhere. Things were looking up. Well, fast forward an hour and a half and neither of us had been bit. At 11:30 a.m., morale was at an all-time low. 0 fish in the box and a live-well that we hadn’t had to fill up yet. BB mentioned that I’d jinxed things by getting the net and ruler out at the beginning of the day. I told BB that we were snake bit because I hadn’t seen him put in a rally dip. After a brief discussion and some head scratching, we decided to make a run to one of BB’s old numbers where we felt we could catch five slot fish. We made the ten minute run to the spot and tied on some jigs. The spot was a trough by an oyster bar in 7’ of water. You casted up to the top of the bar and bounced the jig back down into the trough. We fished for ten minutes and caught a couple lady fish. BB then caught a 19” trout. Note: you can tell it’s been a slow day when a 19” trout looks like Moby Dick coming to the boat.
We continued fishing and I picked up a 16” trout and a 15.25” trout. I then stuck a 21” off the bar not five seconds after BB said, “This is a good spot, but I’ve never caught any over 20”s off here.” By this time, morale is through the roof and we think we might have a shot. We continued fishing and I stuck a 20.5” fish. High fives and fist pounds followed. It’s only 1:00 and we have our limit with two over 20”. We talked strategy and agreed that it was better to stay and try to upgrade the slot fish than leave in search of a biggun. My hot hand continued and I stuck an 18” and a 19” in the next five minutes. BB thought we had9 lbs…I told him he’s so full of shit his eyes are brown. I guessed we had 11.5.
I made a cast up to the bar and then hear BB say, “Oh man, my bad. I think I casted on your line.” We both twitch our jigs two or three times and I feel a thump. I put the wood to the fish and I look over and BB is bowed up on a fish as well. He yells, “Get the net…I have a stud!” I told him to go shit in his hat because I had one on as well. We then looked down and our lines were now within 6” of each other and were both moving to the right. A stud redfish came to the surface and it became apparent that we both were hooked into the same fish. We continued tag-teaming the fish until we got him almost to the boat. BB’s hook came loose allowing him to net the fish. It was a good one…28” and fat. It was now 1:45, we were 14+ miles from the ramp and we needed to get a move on to get back to the ramp in time…BB threw the hammer down and we made it back in less than 20 minutes.
At the weigh-in our stringer tipped the scales 12 lbs ½ oz and we held the lead until the last team, Steve Tucker and Jody Kilgore came up. They weighed 12 lbs even and so BB and I were able to take home the victory. Big ups to BB for putting us on some last minute fish and keeping the mood light with some of the craziest sayings I’ve ever heard in my life. CT – STEP YA GAME UP, SON!
We got the boat launched a few minutes after One Keeper and Cheesy and made our way West. It was smooth as glass on the ride to Spot #1 and BB had her skint back. The weather was a mild 68* when left the ramp…Note: 68* feels much colder going 51 mph across the bay. One Keeper and Cheesy were keeping Spot #1 warm for us, but after an hour of fishing, BB and I hadn’t gotten a hit. To quote Kenny Powers, we said, “F that noise” and rode on to Spot #2. The north wind was blowing pretty good at this point and the water at Spot #2 was rough and looked like a chocolate milkshake. There was also a ton of floating grass…not a good combination for topwater addicts. After thirty minutes of getting beat up and only one short trout to show, we ran back to Spot #1. Another hour spent at Spot #1 and we each caught a blue. I had a big hit on topwater, but the fish whiffed the plug and showed no love after that.
By this time, it’s 10 a.m. and we still don’t have a fish in the box. We’d only caught one short trout and two blues. The wind died and we decided that some areas several miles from Spot #1 might be fishable now that the wind was dead. We made the run and as we got into the area, the water looked a little cleaner, there was less floating grass, and mullet were everywhere. Things were looking up. Well, fast forward an hour and a half and neither of us had been bit. At 11:30 a.m., morale was at an all-time low. 0 fish in the box and a live-well that we hadn’t had to fill up yet. BB mentioned that I’d jinxed things by getting the net and ruler out at the beginning of the day. I told BB that we were snake bit because I hadn’t seen him put in a rally dip. After a brief discussion and some head scratching, we decided to make a run to one of BB’s old numbers where we felt we could catch five slot fish. We made the ten minute run to the spot and tied on some jigs. The spot was a trough by an oyster bar in 7’ of water. You casted up to the top of the bar and bounced the jig back down into the trough. We fished for ten minutes and caught a couple lady fish. BB then caught a 19” trout. Note: you can tell it’s been a slow day when a 19” trout looks like Moby Dick coming to the boat.
We continued fishing and I picked up a 16” trout and a 15.25” trout. I then stuck a 21” off the bar not five seconds after BB said, “This is a good spot, but I’ve never caught any over 20”s off here.” By this time, morale is through the roof and we think we might have a shot. We continued fishing and I stuck a 20.5” fish. High fives and fist pounds followed. It’s only 1:00 and we have our limit with two over 20”. We talked strategy and agreed that it was better to stay and try to upgrade the slot fish than leave in search of a biggun. My hot hand continued and I stuck an 18” and a 19” in the next five minutes. BB thought we had9 lbs…I told him he’s so full of shit his eyes are brown. I guessed we had 11.5.
I made a cast up to the bar and then hear BB say, “Oh man, my bad. I think I casted on your line.” We both twitch our jigs two or three times and I feel a thump. I put the wood to the fish and I look over and BB is bowed up on a fish as well. He yells, “Get the net…I have a stud!” I told him to go shit in his hat because I had one on as well. We then looked down and our lines were now within 6” of each other and were both moving to the right. A stud redfish came to the surface and it became apparent that we both were hooked into the same fish. We continued tag-teaming the fish until we got him almost to the boat. BB’s hook came loose allowing him to net the fish. It was a good one…28” and fat. It was now 1:45, we were 14+ miles from the ramp and we needed to get a move on to get back to the ramp in time…BB threw the hammer down and we made it back in less than 20 minutes.
At the weigh-in our stringer tipped the scales 12 lbs ½ oz and we held the lead until the last team, Steve Tucker and Jody Kilgore came up. They weighed 12 lbs even and so BB and I were able to take home the victory. Big ups to BB for putting us on some last minute fish and keeping the mood light with some of the craziest sayings I’ve ever heard in my life. CT – STEP YA GAME UP, SON!
