We waited until 10am to fish a relatively balmy 60+ degrees and let the sun warm up the water on the flats. Starting at dead low our goal was finding big schools of redfish. Joe wanted to throw popping corks but his wife, Melanie, thought it would be a bit much for the spooky fish. Instead, we tossed out chunks of fresh cut mullet and the bite started right away. The redfish were so sluggish that the rod tips would bounce slightly in the holders but the fish would only run once we brought the lines tight ourselves. Biggest red of the day was a 12 pounder with several other healthy fish to boot.
