As we left the dock, one of my clients mentioned that he lived in a prolific fishery and knew we would likely be catching smaller redfish. At our first stop, we put out chunks of blue crab and cut mullet on circle hooks. The rods bent over again and again as the redfish came out of the grass. The fish favored the cut mullet. The last redfish was a bruiser that weighed in at 14 pounds. Somehow, I think Charleston’s fishery can hold its own.
