Second trip to Sargent May 21 thru 23
MY REPORT FOR SECOND TRIP TO SARGENT IN AN EMAIL TO JEFF
Mr. Ullman,
having resolved another fishing trip to the coast of Texas I feel it is my responsibility to disseminate the knowledge acquired in this the closest thing to a peer reviewed Journal of Redneck Fishing
Drove to the beach on Friday leaving College station about six p.m. only two hours late so not too bad. This departure time ensured us it would be
after dark when we arrived at the beach again. Chris Z. threw the cast net near the drawbridge with a bit of success.
After safely reaching the end of the beach we set up camp and kind of fished for a couple hours but mostly we just camped we found an armadillo there on the beach and drank some whiskey. Woody called on his cell phone and said that he could see our campfire but that he couldn't reach us. A while later he called and said that he was stuck.
So, I broke rule # 1 of beach fishing and drove down the beach at night. I drove past where woody was stuck and tried to drive across the peninsula to pick them up and I got stuck. If you review the previous article below you will see a reference to a small toyota truck stuck in the nastiest hole ever. I was now in the exact same mud hole, turns out it is approximately waste deep and very stinky.
I called chris to pick me up, we went and picked up woody then we went and drank and camped the rest of the night. It was pretty miserable since all my camping gear was in the truck.
I was the first person awake in the morning so I went to throw the cast net. Just as I went to make my second toss Brian drove up in the truck and said he saw a truck alot like mine back a ways down the beach.
We went and hooked up the tow straps and hauled my truck out easily. Bait was caught by casting around the grassy areas at the edge of the bay, and fishing commmenced. Drove woody to his truck in the daylight and decided that he was completely screwed, A towtruck would later require $250 and 380 foot of cable to extract woody's new ford F-150 Lariat.
The wind blew hard all day and night. Everyone got stumbly and Brian forgot where the drop off was and he fell down it a dozen times or so. But the fishing commenced again, the current was horrible, the weed moderate and Chris only caught on big nasty black drum, the rest of us remained skunked for quite some time.
Woody got out in the mid afternoon, then he and chris left with their respective women and then after supper and nightfall Brian hosken and myself each caught one big fish in the surf. His was an even bigger nastier black drum, mine a slot red.
Woke up, fought the weed and current for an hour or so then gave up and called one edible fish a success considering the conditions. Photographic evidence is below
Mr. Ullman,
having resolved another fishing trip to the coast of Texas I feel it is my responsibility to disseminate the knowledge acquired in this the closest thing to a peer reviewed Journal of Redneck Fishing
Drove to the beach on Friday leaving College station about six p.m. only two hours late so not too bad. This departure time ensured us it would be
after dark when we arrived at the beach again. Chris Z. threw the cast net near the drawbridge with a bit of success.
After safely reaching the end of the beach we set up camp and kind of fished for a couple hours but mostly we just camped we found an armadillo there on the beach and drank some whiskey. Woody called on his cell phone and said that he could see our campfire but that he couldn't reach us. A while later he called and said that he was stuck.
So, I broke rule # 1 of beach fishing and drove down the beach at night. I drove past where woody was stuck and tried to drive across the peninsula to pick them up and I got stuck. If you review the previous article below you will see a reference to a small toyota truck stuck in the nastiest hole ever. I was now in the exact same mud hole, turns out it is approximately waste deep and very stinky.
I called chris to pick me up, we went and picked up woody then we went and drank and camped the rest of the night. It was pretty miserable since all my camping gear was in the truck.
I was the first person awake in the morning so I went to throw the cast net. Just as I went to make my second toss Brian drove up in the truck and said he saw a truck alot like mine back a ways down the beach.
We went and hooked up the tow straps and hauled my truck out easily. Bait was caught by casting around the grassy areas at the edge of the bay, and fishing commmenced. Drove woody to his truck in the daylight and decided that he was completely screwed, A towtruck would later require $250 and 380 foot of cable to extract woody's new ford F-150 Lariat.
The wind blew hard all day and night. Everyone got stumbly and Brian forgot where the drop off was and he fell down it a dozen times or so. But the fishing commenced again, the current was horrible, the weed moderate and Chris only caught on big nasty black drum, the rest of us remained skunked for quite some time.
Woody got out in the mid afternoon, then he and chris left with their respective women and then after supper and nightfall Brian hosken and myself each caught one big fish in the surf. His was an even bigger nastier black drum, mine a slot red.
Woke up, fought the weed and current for an hour or so then gave up and called one edible fish a success considering the conditions. Photographic evidence is below
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