Mullet drive me nuts! I know people in Florida eat them and even serve them on the menu, but mullet are annoying. They jump out of the water and sound like Bass, so the head turning is a natural reaction--for nothing; they spook and scare other fish near them; they move in on a Redfish's feeding ground; they just make a nuisance of themselves. Saturday we fished with a guide who pointed out places for Cody and I to go, and took Jason and Malcolm to another spot. We fished diligently all morning, but with the plethora of mullet, all other fish remained elusive. I did get a good hit from probably a speckled sea trout, but that was it. We moved to the area where tarpon exist, but saw beautiful porpoises rolling, instead and no fish. We waded and some other boat encroached in to our area. Basically, outstanding desire + excellent effort yielded NO FISH, argh!
When we five met up again, Jason was the only one with a bite and landed Redfish. Malcolm thought he snapped the photo, but it wasn't present on the iPhone when we broke for lunch. Jason said he had it stored in his memory and that was all that counted.
Cody and I headed out again, mainly sightseeing and attempting to go beyond the breaks, but the waves rolled too high, so we headed back into the bay, all the while the black Matagorda Island Lighthouse peered above the southeastern horizon.
Not long after Jason caught his fish, I casted to two tailing Reds, but one only nipped my spoon fly, and then there were none. Since we were in an outgoing tide, we should have paid more attention to our grass flat, that would eventually become dry at low tide. Malcolm's boat maneuvers like a mini-airboat, skims over water shallow or deep. The Mitzi is a flats boat, but the flats became too dry, and Jason and Cody had to push the Mitzi out of the flat--not an easy task in the sandy, more muddy, areas.
Eventually pushed out in to the channel, we knew Malcolm's boat could go places the Mitzi could not, so he headed off to a favorite fishing spot, and Jason, Cody, and I took the long trip back to Clark's. What was supposed to be a long weekend, quickly became a regular weekend, and even though we enjoyed one another's company, this bad fishing trip, yes, I said bad, and that is a first for me, ended, and we headed home, with a side stop in Lulling, TX to buy a wonderfully sweet Black Diamond watermelon.
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