Now, Birddog had already stated his disclaimer by this time, stating the fishing was better on a rising tide. So here we are on a dead high tide. After listening to all of his disclaimers and up front reasons (excuses) for why we probably weren't going to have a good day, we settled into fishing. Seems he was justified making his disclaimers and reasons (excuses). We must have fished for at least 10 minutes before he had the first fish of the morning.
I'm going to jump to the meat of this story. I've stated that I know very little about red fishing. Birddog has been very generous with his information, and has even been willing to chance being seen in the same boat with me. Well, folks, with my limited red fishing knowledge, this morning I was taken to school. Mr. Birddog has obviously put a lot of time into catching reds. This morning he put on a clinic. We boated at least 12 reds this morning. I boated 4. We lost count of the rollups, those that got off, ant those we just plain missed.
I have spent the morning with the master. I have caught a few reds over the years. I've even stumbled into multiple catches. But Birddog knew where what and how. The fish we caught this morning ranged from 16" to 32". We kept 1 fish, the rest were released.
"There were no fish hurt in the development of this story."
I kept the 1 fish because Ms. Tin Can had mentioned if I happened to catch a red she would like to blacken some, and the 1 I kept was a little unusual. It was by no means the largest fish of the day. But it did have 9 spots.
The pictures didn't turn out that well, but if you look closely there are 4 spots on one side, and 5 spots on the other.
Birddog, you are the man.
I'll end this story by saying it's tough out there. The fishing is lousy. Don't waste your time. Stay home and mow the yard. It aint worth the effort.
