Sixty degrees and sunny has become a rare commodity this Winter but we were blessed with it today. Another day of light winds combined to make for stellar conditions. Pulled up to a flat that I knew had a huge school of big redfish. It took awhile to locate them but when we did it turned out to be an epic thing. The bite was constant with redfish eating cut mullet cast close to the bank. Average fish was in the 8-10lb. class and Sue set the mark for the biggest red of the year with this sweet fourteen pounder!
Things were a bit slow as we fished both sides of slack high tide. We caught some trout but when the current started running the fishing took off too! As the water dropped and the bait was pulled out of the grass, the redfish started eating. Our corks kept dropping as redfish bit our mud minnows. Michele not only caught her first redfish but with lots of coaxing even agreed to hold it!
Wind, wind, wind….docks, docks, docks. It would be fair to think that being blown into creeks to fish docks would have its drawbacks. However, it has provided one of the best Springs we have ever fished! Huge redfish are crushing cut mullet and our drags are locked all the way down so we just have a chance to turn these beasts. Multiple 13 pounders caught this week already. Bring on more blustery weather!
Visiting Charleston on their honeymoon, the Cornwell’s joined me for a morning on the water. Brilliant sun and light winds made for excellent conditions and the bite was on as soon as we stopped at the first flat. We slowly worked from school to school of redfish catching a couple before moving to the next. The charter was supposedly just for Chad but even his wife got into the act! Caught a total of eight redfish including one in the slot with the rest between seven and twelve pounds.
The Malishenko family joined me for a morning of fishing. First cast and the popping cork dropped right away for Wyatt’s first redfish ever. The corks kept dropping while reds would nibble but not fully take cut mullet on the bottom. As the water warmed that changed and our rods kept snapping over as they inhaled the mullet. By the end of the trip, Dad had his first redfish and then some. Fishing is heating up!