Finally!!!!!!!

It's 11:00 a.m. and I am ticked that I am not on the water right now. Every weather forecast I looked at last night predicted 100 percent rain and flash flooding.  We certainly need neither as the catching the past two days has been lights out.  As a matter of fact, it felt especially good going to bed at night looking forward to fishing the next day for a change.

With a party scheduled for Wednesday, I called Doug Patterson to see if he would like to join me on one more scouting run on Sabine before telling my folks we would fish Big Lake instead.  In the past few trips I had all but forgotten what a trout looked like and the muddy water rushing down the river offered little encouragement.  Doug is to be commended for agreeing to even go as he lives on Cow Bayou and knew how bad the water was before ever leaving the house.

Before the day was over, much to our surpise we found some very decent water clarity and a lot of bait in several spots along the Louisiana shoreline.  The surface temperature had climbed from 42 three days earlier to 59 by the time we quit.  We caught redfish at every spot and finally, around 3:00 we started catching trout as well.

Yesterday morning was foggy and cooler, but I followed the GPS back to one of the areas we fished the day before.  I was hoping the redfish bite would hold together early as I knew the trout bite was later the day before.  The redfish were indeed there, but their first five fish were trout in the 18 to 22 inch class.  We quickly limited on reds as well and every fish they caught ate a Texas Chicken Fat Boy.

I was ready to hit the next spot when they announced they were soaking wet, cold and wanted to call it a day.  A pair of Frogg Toggs over their long sleeve T-shirts would have kept them dry in the damp fog, but it is what it is and we went in and cleaned fish.  Knowing that it was supposed to pour today and possibly screw the bite up again, I went back out to take advantage of the perfect weather and a bite that you don't get every day. I love guiding, but I am still totally eaten up with "catching".

I only caught and released three more trout on the same Fat Boy (they were good ones) before caving in and catching redfish cast after cast for the next three hours.  Brad Deslatte was on the lake as well and I called him to come over and beat on the same fish a while.

Cork...no cork...Tails...Corkies....it didn't matter on Wednesday. Hopefully rain won't back us up again!

Had we been in the same boat it may have been even more enjoyable, but visiting while power poled down, or in my case, lowering the Talon less than a cast away while catching redfish is far better than meeting up for a quick lunch.  We might have moved less than fifty yards at most three times before calling it a day.  I don't think it mattered what you fished, but we eventually switched to tails to save Corkies and the bite never slowed down.  Before we quit we even tied on a cork and experimented with different tails and they ate every color!

Its still not raining.....got my fingers crossed that it won't squat on us....think I'll run over to Daleys after lunch and maybe tomorrow as well.  For the past couple of weeks I have have enjoyed talking fishing with a number of local fishermen in these spur of the moment sessions.  Beats the heck out of cussing the weather and sitting around watching Deflate Gate on ESPN!