The Moon will be closer to the earth today than it has been or will be in 20 years. The fishing yesterday was closer to heaven. This is going to sound annoyingly repetitive, but, the tide was really low. Super Moon low. The wind was low (which, though we were tired of being blown off the water, turned out to be unfortunate). The shrimp were lively and the fishermen, us, were more than ready. We got to the dock just before low tide having launched the boat the evening before. Good thing because the river was mostly mud. We chugged to our first choice fishing place in the river and commenced to fishing.
And catching . . .
and, throwing back in.
We caught a few Redfish pups just before the tide really turned, and a Sheepshead (of course). And then,
out of the murky depths,
Ohhhh, yeahhh.
I kept catching and Bec kept watching
closely monitored by an Osprey . . .
Until
Bec catches possibly the biggest Redfish we have ever boated. She also catches a Black Drum, cousin of the Red Drum otherwise known as the Redfish. We've never caught one of these before and we actually have to call the dock and ask what it is. Now we are at our limit for Redfish and Redfish are biting. Unfortunately, the damn no-see-ums
were also biting and we had no wind to blow them off of us. What are a pair of lucky fishermen to do???
Mackerel Baby! Off we go to the flats for some early spring Mackerel fishing and it's beautiful out there.
And . . .
We catch a couple of Mackerel.
We head inside to see if the Trouties are home and, nothing doing. We head back to the dock to clean fish and Oh! what a catch!
We clean a bucket-o-fish
under the watchful eye of
a gang of ill-tempered pelicans
and the graceful begging of Louis.
Bec chisels the scales off the Redfish, the Black Drum, and the Sheepshead.
We cooperatively clean the boat
well, Bec cleans the boat while I do other extremely important things . . .
then, still itching from bug bites, we go home.
