I was not all that surprised when our Friday group called early Saturday morning to say that they decided that they did not care to fish a second day in a brutal north wind and steady rain in spite of how "over the top" the catching had been on Friday. Johnny and I weren't overly eager to challenge Mother Nature either, but I have fished on worse days with less promise.The approaching front that we had worried about all day Friday arrived that night and the north wind was pounding the open lake.
It has been several months since I caught the numbers of three to seven pound trout that I found last week. I stumbled up on the fish Monday morning and it took that numbing north wind and a steady rain to shut us down. I don't know as of Monday morning if those fish shut down or not, but I needed a reason to take a break.
Fish like this solid trout kicked off a heck of a week.

Johnny Rodriguez and his partner joined me Tuesday morning under decent skies with a more user-friendly wind. The fish were stacked up in five to six feet of water and we enjoyed a non-stop bite most of the day. We caught everything on Diedappers, Flats Miinow XL's, Corkies and Maniac Mullets.
Nick's fish is still growing!

Brennen, Nick and Luke drove in the following morning with the sole intention of targeting only big trout. All three of them lack only more experience as they cannot get much more proficient skill-wise and the trout were at a disadvantage. I couldn't put them on that coveted double-digit fish, but Nick was pleased with a trout just a hair under 8 pounds that he released. By the time we made it back to the launch, however, it had gained a pound and was still growing. The good news is that it is in fact still growing....the bad news is that Brennen and Luke will have to listen to that story for a while!
Dr. Fred and David caught their solid limits in a hurry.

Thursday morning, Dr. Fred and one of his sons, David, just hammered the fish in a much stiffer wind that required both drift socks. Doc is 79, not as mad at the fish as he once was and prefers to catch flounder, but he tied a Corky on a spinning rig and I only had time to net his trout for the first hour. By the time I could get the second drift sock out on the first drift they had 14 trout in the box!
Walter and Karlan Babineaux tag-teamed this bull red in the marsh.

We stopped long enough on the way in to watch Karlan Babineaux and his dad, Walter, tag team a huge red that should have abandoned the marsh a long time ago. It took both of them to wear it out and both of them to hold it up for a picture before releasing it. I can't think of a better way to spend the day with your Dad. Neither of them will ever forget that trip.
Friday would prove to be our last shot at those fish before the front roared in later that night. Both boats limited quickly and we spent the remainder of the day hunting reds and flounder. The same lures were still the ticket in addition to a Swim Bait that Mark had tied on when he got out of the truck. Long story....short, he never found any reason to change. It attracted more fish in the 15 to 17 inch class, but he caught his fair share of really nice fish as well.
We lost about fifteen degrees of surface temperature on the high end, but we finally pushed a little water out as well and that should only help. We basically went from fall fishing to winter fishing in one night, but the "big trout" folks couldn't be happier. I am going to stop long enough to clean up my tackle and stay warm through Thanksgiving. We'll get after it again Friday morning.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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