Blastin' and Castin' in the Texas Outdoors

We havea lot of good times, the road was a drug when we started way back, our wheels rolled on steady, now its forgetting the race to find an open space and leaving that city far behind We’ll be up in the morning before the sun, since anything beats working on the job and everyone knows the early worm gets the fish. The world is your oyster, let the high times carry the low, walk where the sun is shining, lay your burdens down and think to yourself that it sure feels good feeling good again.


Monday, August 16, 2004

Aug 14-15th

I made a last minute decision to go fishing this weekend so I ended up flying solo. I arrived at sargent just after lunch time. There was a stiff breeze out of the east which completely screwed up the surf. Besides the big waves there was a long shore current. With enough weight I was able to keep lines out for an hour. Both baits were untouched so I packed up and went to the cut. There were 12 vehicles parked at the cut. Most people were lined up along the bank like salmon fisherman but a group of waders could be seen out in the cedar lakes. I filled up the bait bucket with minnows and waded across the cut and fished the opposite bank.

Right off the bat I get a good flounder bite. I let him have the bait for a few seconds and then I set the hook only to discover that my drag was backed all the way off. I didn’t get a backlash but the flounder took off in the opposite direction and when I cranked down on the drag the hook popped out. After that I caught two flounder along the bank. One was a fat 18” and the other was 15”. It got dark and I had to wade back across the gut in complete darkness. That was a little creepy. The group of waders that I could see in the distance came back with what looked like a pretty good stringer of slot reds.

The cut remained packed with people. They came and left all night. Several groups brought lights and generators but didn’t catch anything. The next morning I packed up and went for one more wade. I didn’t feel like screwing around with bait so I grabbed some lures and waded across the cut. I worked my way over to a grassy shore line and started throwing plastics. I managed to catch one flounder but I missed several and kicked two. They were not interested in plastic at all. I could also see redfish but couldn’t get them to bite either.

2 Comments:

Blogger steven-hoffman said...

The more I fish with live bait the more I become convinced it is the only way to fish. No matter how convincing a piece of fish shaped plastic is none will ever compare to living squirming bait.

1:09 PM  
Blogger brian said...

The bottom was quite muddy so every time a flounder moved they would kick up a puff of mud. A couple of times I saw a puff of mud next to my lure but no bite. Once I even saw the puff of mud and the flounder. I think that once they got close they realized it was not food. The flounders that I kicked up also came from places that i had just worked my lure. I was throwing norton sand eels and cocahoe minnows in strawberry, white, and avocado colors.

3:06 PM  

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