Started before sun up wading for trout with DSL’s chicken of the c, on the oyster shell. The trout weren’t wanting to play nice today.
So as the winds slicked off we decided to go chase pods of reds. The first shoreline we pulled up to had reds in small groups, and singles crawling down the bank. But wouldn’t you know it, they didn’t wanna play either. Making some really good casts on single fish swimming right at us, and nothing. It took a few hours and a couple of moves to finally stick a few fish.
You would have thought with the perfect conditions, the outcome would have had a perfect ending. But, sometimes this is how it goes. We were in the right zip code, and tomorrow is a different day.
Capt. Nathan Beabout