It doesn't say much for your prowess as a guide when you can't talk anyone at the marina into making a scouting trip with you. After postponing scheduled trips for the remainder of the week due to some serious wind forecasts, I wasn't going to pass on today's perfect conditions.
Stripers on the grill not a bad Plan B for supper!
I returned to the same area we fished yesterday just before noon, climbed out of the boat, made a cast with a pumpkin Assassin and the bite was on. As a matter of fact, I was pushing my Stake Out Stik a little deeper in the mud when the trout jerked the slack out of my line. I intended to keep two or three trout for supper tonight, but I could not make myself fillet even one of the fourteen fish I caught before returning to the boat.
These were not seven and eight pound trout, but they were all in that 4-6 pound class and it is hard to justify killing those kind of trout when I can pick up a pizza on the way home. I hate to fish by myself and there was long list of names running through my mind that I wished were with me during the melee.
When it seemed that the bite might never end, I called Gene to see if he could get out, but he was busy trying to resurrect the stock market. While we were talking, the trout pinned a school of mullet up against the bank and I ended the call in mid-conversation. I caught 2 or 3 of those fish on a black-chartreuse Corky.
Thanks to a thunder shower that motivated me to run back closer to home and a small group of pelicans marking the spot, I still got to eat fish tonight. They were all over a mix of stripers and reds chasing mullet in the mouth of a cut. I Will never know if you could have caught them on anything in the box as I caught fish after fish for the better part of an hour on a firetiger colored Spoiler Shad.
Most of the reds I caught and released were slot fish and the largest striper may have weighed 12-14 pounds. I kept two in the 6-8 pound class to put on the grill and they were good. We will finish them off tomorrow. I fished an outgoing tide all afternoon. The river was muddy as were the bayous on the Texas side of the river, but the water in the lake was much improved.
The surface temperature in the river was 52 degrees, in the bayou it was 56 degrees, and in the open lake it was 54 degrees. The entire time I was catching trout it was drizzling with very little wind.
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