It’s been about a month since the last time I was able to head down to the marshy areas that I like to stalk redfish, so, I figured it was past time to get back down there. I watched the weather predictions for a few days. Most days in the Louisiana summers start bright and sunny in the morning, but then right after lunchtime the heat spawns heavy showers that scatter over the area. Knowing that, I figured I had most of the morning if I could get out there early enough.
I didn’t get on the water as early as I would’ve liked, but it wasn’t horrible. The first thing I noticed was that the water was a little bit high. There was bait everywhere as well. Mullet all over the surface. And none of the reds I targeted wanted anything to do with my plastic baits, spoons and topwaters.
I kept working further and further south, away from my vehicle. The reds were definitely present, a lot of the time just sitting with there heads in the grass. Every so often one would show up swimming near me and I’d try to target it, but still, no takers.
Eventually, probably close to 10am, I spotted a little group of reds swimming nearby. The first one of the bunch was about to swim through my shadow on the water, which caused me to almost bend-over backwards (literally) to keep him from realizing my presence. I did get a cast off towards the group and the biggest red in the group saw the spoon I was working and started for it. After hookset and a short fight, I had netted my dinner for the night!
I continued on, casting at wakes and swirls when I’d see them. Found a school of drum that played around with a shrimp lure. Other than a few more hits on the shrimp, I had no more fish on the day. It wasn’t a bad day, but slow. And when there’s so much bait in the water, it’s sometimes hard to convince the reds that your offering is worth taking.
The productive tackle for the day…