Late July/ Early August @ Ft. Pike

I combined a couple of recent trips in this post.

Wind: 5mph from NW-NE on July 28, on Aug. 4 it was 10 mph from E, then died and came hard out of the NW with a storm

Tide: rising both days with decent range

Water: low on 7-28, a bit high and up in the grass on 8-4

Water Temperature: ~ 88 F on 7-28, 83 F on 8-4

Water Clarity: fair, 2 ft. visibility both days

Water salinity: a little salty on 7-28, saltier on 8-4 – maybe 6 ppt

Weather/sky: overcast both mornings, had to come in from a storm on 8-4

Temperature: ~ 75 F early, going up to about 85-90 F

Moon: just after full on 7-28, 2/3 and waning on 8-4

Solunar period: minor morning period on 7-28, strong period at 7-8 am on 8-4

Time on the water: slid the Hobie Outback kayak in at 5 a.m. and 6 a.m. respectively, driving home about noon both days.

Water covered: ~ 3 miles each trip

Other fishers: solo trip

Game Plan: fish marsh at edge of Rigolets/Lake St. Catherine and be ready to run down schools of jacks should they surface

Gear: #8 fly rod and #10 fly rod

Lures used: Waldner’s spoon fly in gold, small yellow popper with black wooly bugger dropper, chartreuse clouser, purple wooly bugger, large clouser on the #10 rod for jack crevalle

July 28

I got on the water early on 7-28 and fished the lights of about 5 camps along the shoreline canal (no luck) and then headed out into the marsh to the west of the Ft. Pike launch when the sun came up. I was watching for jack crevalle out in the lake as I fished the ponds. I caught some nice bass here last year so I threw out a popper/dropper combo hoping to connect with one. Finally I got a small bass to take the popper by casting into a little bayou that was draining into a small pond.

I fished the little cuts and drains off the ponds and eventually connected with some small redfish. They preferred the dropper wooly bugger to the popper. An 18” red destroyed the fly so I tied on an epoxy spoon fly and got a couple more small reds to bite. I had spooked some redfish coming into the ponds so I swung around and went back a couple hundred yards to drift the bank again. I looked out into Lake St. Catherine and saw a shower of mullet in fear for their lives. I switched rods and took off after them but the fish had gone down. I looked and saw another shower of mullet being chased into the Rigolets Pass about 200 yards down and moving away. No way to catch up to that. I went back into the marsh and managed to catch another undersized redfish and then headed in as the sun began to heat things up.

August 4

I got on the water about 6 am on 8-4 as the lights of the camps were turning off. There was a stiff wind-blown chop out in the open water with occasional white caps so I went into the marsh. The water was higher and saltier and I was tossing a chartreuse clouser and thinking I might find a flounder if I worked the fly slowly in the cuts. After an hour or so with no luck I put on a purple wooly bugger with no lead. The water I was fishing was 1-3 ft, so the fly did not need to sink much any way. The first fish of the day was a needlefish. I literally yanked it into the kayak when I set the hook. Later I caught a small redfish and then got a croaker. I got a decent keeper sized redfish (released it) around an old duck blind and then noticed the wind had died. A big thunder cloud that was being pushed away by the wind now began to build higher and suddenly a cool wind blew by me in the wrong direction. The storm was brewing and heading my way so I hightailed it for the truck. I almost made it to the launch but had to tuck myself under under the roof of Vinot’s Marina as the rain poured down. The rain stopped after about 15 minutes and I got the kayak loaded up and headed for the house about noon. It was disappointed not to see any “Pontchartrain yellowfins” today, but I’ll keep hunting for them.



Shell Beach, LA 7-15-2018

Wind: 0 – 5mph from W early, 7+ mph after noon from N, then NE

Tide: rising, the low was at 2:30 a.m. Shell Beach station, high at 4:20 p.m., range 2’

Water Level: SUPER LOW! 2 ft. below average, at grass line (normal) later in the day.

Water Temperature: ~ 85-88 F

Water Clarity: fair, 2 ft. visibility in the marsh, less in MRGO

Water salinity: did not check

Weather/sky: overcast most of the day, when the sun came out it got hot quickly

Temperature: ~ 80 F, going up to about 92 F

Moon: sliver of a new moon

Solunar period: minor period @ 8 a.m., major at 4 p.m.

Time on the water: slid the Hobie Outback kayak in at 7 a.m., driving home at 3:00 p.m.

Water covered: ~ 5 miles

Other fishers: solo trip

Game Plan: find bass, reds, and maybe a jack crevalle

Gear: one #8 fly rod, 6’ of #20 leader/tippet, #10 fly rod, 6’ of #30 leader/tippet (for jacks)

Lure: tried a gurgler with a woolybugger 1’ down on a dropper for a few hours (for bass), Waldner’s spoon fly in chartreuse/gold, had a large clouser on the #10 rod.

Slow day, with a few bass caught to keep the skunk away. There were so many mullet around that it made fishing difficult.  I launched at Campo’s Marina in Shell Beach, went across the MRGO, and fished the marsh behind the rocks. I spooked a few redfish (could hear them drum) as I went through the marsh near Ft. Proctor. It was slow going….had to paddle a good bit due to the shallow water. The redfish were there but uncooperative. Every now and then I saw a tail in the distance but never got a shot at a red. They seemed to be sluggish and most were just resting on the bottom. I did a good bit of blind casting today without much success. I worked my way back toward the MRGO and went down the rocks on the marsh side. It was pretty weedy, but I managed to catch seven small marsh bass on the spoon fly. The smallest was 10”, the biggest was 13”. I got a good shot at a large black drum that was feeding in the rocks, but it either did not see the spoon fly or did not care for it. I could see some clouds forming in the distance so I headed in. No jacks sighted today. I slipped Mr. Campo $5 for the kayak launch even though he does not charge for it.




Hot at Hopedale 7-1-2018

Wind: 0 – 5mph from west early, 7+ mph after noon from north
Tide: rising, the low was at 2 a.m. Shell Beach station, high at 4:30 p.m., range 1.5’
Water Level: SUPER LOW! 2 ft. below average, at grass line (normal) later in the day.
Water Temperature: ~ 90 F
Water Clarity: good, 2-3 ft. visibility, deteriorated as the tide came in
Water salinity: no salt detected on the taste test
Weather/sky: sunny, with one merciful cloud that shaded me for 10 minutes.
Temperature: ~ 80 F, going up to about 95 F
Moon: Waning, 80% of full
Solunar period: minor period @ 8 a.m., major at 4 p.m.
Time on the water: slid the Hobie Outback kayak in at 5:45 a.m., driving home at 4:00 p.m.
Water covered: ~ 7 miles
Other fishers: solo trip
Game Plan: find redfish
Gear: one #8 fly rod, 6’ of #20 leader/tippet
Lure: Waldner’s spoon fly in purple/gold on the fly rod

I stopped in at the drive through window at Gerald’s Donuts in Chalmette and headed on down to Hopedale. It was gonna be a hot one; high humidity with a heat index of about 105 F. I knew of some duck ponds that are connected by little bayous with good depth (4-6 ft) and thought the redfish might be hanging out there. The duck ponds are pretty shallow and can be hard to fish even when there is more water. It was a good distance to this spot and by the time I arrived after about 40 minutes of pedaling my shirt was soaked with sweat even though I was not pushing too hard.

The bayou opens off a canal and there is a scour at its mouth that’s about 8 ft deep. I figured there would be fish there and I got a 17” redfish after a few casts. I let the incoming water push me up the bayou toward the duck ponds and blind casted to spots as I went along. My timing was unlucky because I spooked several fish in between casts, hearing them drum and seeing clouds of muddy water as they took off. I saw a redfish in the first pond but it disappeared and did not take the spoon fly that I sent in its general direction. I went up the second bayou and spooked more fish and missed a bite. I spooked several reds at the mouth of the second pond, saw several wakes as I paddled (very shallow here) across and then caught a 19” redfish at the exit into the third bayou.

The third bayou was about 3 feet deep (enough to pedal instead of paddle) and was full of fish. I rounded a little turn, saw something swirl, and made a cast that connected with a 18” redfish, then a 15”er, and then a 24” fish. I could have stayed here and tried for more, but decided to see what else was down the bayou. I moved about 50 yards and caught another 20” fish and then went into the third pond. There were fish here too, but it was shallow and I could not sneak up on them. I tried standing and saw several fish but they saw me too.

It was getting hot and I started back the way I came. I didn’t get any fish when I passed through the bayou, but a look across the second pond suggested they had moved out to this area. The water level was coming up and the light breeze had shifted to the north, pushing water across the pond. I could see several nice redfish actively feeding in about a foot of water. It was too shallow to pedal, so I paddled up to casting distance of one and “took the shot”. It didn’t care or didn’t see the spoon fly and the wind quickly pushed me out of range. I moved up again and this time the fish took the fly and charged off. After a tussle I got the 26” red to the kayak and released it. I had to resuscitate it to allow for recovery in the hot water. I swung the kayak around and went after another fish. I was working pretty hard to catch up with a fish that was moving upwind when I got a little dizzy and lightheaded. It was about noon and the breeze blowing across the hot water was not doing anything to cool me down. I stopped, drank some cold water, and came back to normal. I thought about heading in and started to paddle out of the pond…..but there were two large redfish in my way.

Rather than chase the redfish, I just slowly paddled around and upwind and positioned myself in their path. I just watched for about 10 minutes as one of the fish worked toward me. Every now and then it would feed and lift its big tail as it tilted its head down to eat something. When it was about 40 feet away I cast to it….maybe a little behind it. The next cast was a little too far in front. I thought the third cast might be a little too far in front as well until the fish’s body arced and the line went taught. I’m not sure how long it took after that. I got the fish close but couldn’t get it to the boga grip. It was a standoff – the 8 weight rod would flex as I lifted and the fish countered in the other direction. I finally got the boga grip on it and it weighed almost 14 lbs. It was close to the size of another redfish that I had entered in a CPR contest, so I needed to measure it. It went 31” even and my previous fish was 30.8”…..not enough difference to harass the fish any more than I already had, so I put it back in the water as quickly as possible. I had to resuscitate the fish and it took it a bit to recover. Everybody was overheating today.

I went back though the first pond. It was still very shallow but I noted a path through it that held a little deeper water and went that way. A fin broke the surface about 30 feet away. I thought it was a red, wasn’t sure, but I whipped a cast to it and whatever it was ate the spoon fly. The fish dove through a big grass mat and ripped the line out nearly to the backing. Suddenly a big 4’ gar leapt up and did a somersault. I was left pulling pounds of weeds off my fly line and trying to keep the line taught. After a bushel or so of weeds were removed I got the line taught and the fish was still on. But it wasn’t the gar – it was a 28” redfish. The gar was just spooked by the charging redfish. I got it in and nursed it back to health.

I got 3 more small 15-17” redfish around the deep scour at the mouth of the bayou. It was about 3 o’clock and I was ready to head in. I took it slow and drank more cool water and a Gatorade. The north wind was in my face all the way in. Sometimes it felt cool but most of the time it picked up the heat from the water. I paced myself so as not to overheat and was back at the truck in about an hour.

I had to be pleased with the results given the hot day. It was unexpected that the best fish were most active at midday. I probably would have gone in sooner if I hadn’t kept seeing and catching fish. The biting flies were out in full force today. I was covered from head to toe and used OFF repellant, but they nipped me where the bare ends of the fingers stuck out of my fishing gloves. I stopped in at Hopedale Marina, got an iced tea, and put some extra ice on two of the smaller redfish that I kept for dinner. I sautéed them in olive oil with a little garlic, thyme, and black pepper. Pretty good! But now I have no fish and need to go back to the “store” for more next weekend.


Delacroix 6-9-2018

Delacroix, 6-9-2018

Wind: about 8 mph, dropping to 5 mph from the SW

Tide: nada

Water Level: a foot below the grass line – puzzled by this continual low water – usually higher this time of year

Water Temperature: ~ 90 F

Water Clarity: variable – muddy in spots, clean in the pockets around aquatic vegetation

Water salinity: no salt by the taste test

Weather/sky: good sunny periods, occasional overcast, thunderstorms stayed off in the distance

Temperature: ~ 92 F

Moon: Waning, half moon

Solunar period: minor period at 4 p.m.

Time on the water: slipped the Hobie Outback kayak in the water at 4 p.m., off at 8:30 p.m.

Water covered: about 1.5 miles

Other fishers: Michael M.

Game Plan: fish the holes in the weedbeds for redfish

Gear: medium action spinning reels with #15 braided line

Lures: ¼ oz. chartreuse Aqua Dream spoons (weedless), Matrix craw (olive, glitter flake) rigged weedless in a 1/8 oz weighted hook.

Total: 8 redfish from 17 to 25” and a couple of throwback “rat reds”.

I took a “new guy” from work to Delacroix for some kayak fishing. He did not have a fishing license, but it was “Fish Free” weekend in LA when license requirements are suspended on June 9-10. I left my fly rod behind to keep things simple. Rather than get up super early we decided that an evening trip would be better. It would be cooling off instead of getting hotter as we fished, and he could better see what he was doing by starting out in the daylight.

We arrived to find low water, which can either be a curse or an advantage, depending on whether there are fish around. The low water and thick weedbeds can tend to crowd the fish into the areas that remain open. It worked out for us today. We paddled (pedals did not function too well with the dense weedbeds) around and hit some open areas without luck. Then about 5:30-6 p.m. the fish seemed to appear and became more active. I started seeing wakes, backs, and tails. I guess the fish were waking up after their siesta in the weedbeds and were coming out to feed on crabs and shrimp.

I cast to some wakes moving my way and got a 20” redfish close to the kayak by bringing it in quickly to shorten the fight and reduce its heat stress. It was flopping around so much that it somehow worked the split ring out of the swivel and it released itself with a new $7 “spoon piercing”. My buddy hooked up next with the biggest fish of the day, a 25” red that tried a number of tricks like bulling into the weeds, diving under his kayak, wrapping around the stake out pole, and snagging the line on the rudder. But the trickery didn’t work out this time and the redfish went into the ice bag.

I re-rigged with a Matrix Craw and had a few hits before hooking into a nice eating sized redfish (17”). We would go on to catch several more of that size, and a few undersized throwbacks. Michael has a family to feed, so we kept 5 for the table and released the rest. I hope he enjoyed his first taste of LA kayak fishing and was glad I could find some fish for him. I guess he did because he’s already thinking of getting a kayak.

When we came in there was a huge hatch of some tiny (mayfly?) looking insects. They got on the downwind side of the pickup and literally covered it up. They lit on us too, doing anything to get out of the breeze. These were still attached to my hat when I got home later that night.







Delacroix 6-2-2018


Wind: started calm, around 10 mph from west most of the day, 30 mph in storm

Tide: range about 1.5 ft. at the Shell Beach station (but actually dropped, nixed by W wind)

Water Level: a bit below the grass line at start, got lower instead of higher

Water Temperature: ~ 83 F

Water Clarity: 3-6 ft visibility in spots, dirty in others due to wind and shrimp trawling

Water salinity: didn’t check

Weather/sky: good sunny periods, occasional overcast, then rain and thunderstorms

Temperature: ~ 70 F, going up to about 90 F

Moon: Waning, couple of days post new moon

Solunar period: major period at 3 p.m.

Time on the water: slipped the Hobie Outback kayak in the water at 6:30, off at 2:00 p.m.

Water covered: about 7 miles

Other fishers: solo trip

Game Plan: combat launch, look for redfish

Gear: one #10 fly rod, and medium action spinning reel with #15 braided line

Lures: purple/gold Waldner’s spoon fly, Seein Spots in line spinner with black/chartreuse Vortex shad

Total: 5 redfish from 17 to 30”. They were headed upwind along banks.

I broke one of my rules of kayak fishing today and paid the price. Usually I head upwind with the logic that I will have an easier trip back in with a tailwind. Today I went east with the forecast of rising westerly winds. I decided it was worth the risk of pushing back home into a headwind of 10 mph. But I didn’t factor in a storm and the 30 mph headwind it would create, nor that the tide would fall rather than rise as predicted. This predicament left me about 2 miles from the launch with a stiff headwind, thunder getting louder, and a pretty solid weedbed that I had to traverse without the assistance of the pedal drive on my kayak. Suffice it to say that after putting away my kayak and gear and eating supper I had one of the best nights of sleep I’ve had in a while.

I got on the water a little later than I had planned, and it was already getting hot at 6:30 as I paddled and pedaled out to redfish waters. It’s about a mile and a half out to the area I like to fish and it takes some effort to get out there when the water is low and the weedbeds are thick. I brought a 10 weight fly rod which is generally considered overkill for marsh redfish, but with the heat and the weedbeds it would be important to have the power to horse the fish in rather than play them. I had the spinning reel in the rod holder ready to go in case I saw a redfish in the distance and the fly rod was tucked under a bungee. The first fish of the day came up so close to the kayak that I decided it wasn’t worth the risk of fumbling for the fly rod and just flipped the spinner to it. A couple minutes later I released the 22” redfish without ever it leaving the water. A crimped barb on the hook and a Boga grip make this possible.

I made a few blind casts with the fly rod at some favorite spots but no one was home. So I hit some open water and was able to pedal to a favorite point. Some guys in a tower boat were working some of MY ISLANDS when I came around the point. I had seen a nice redfish working the point and thought it would be fun to show them how real anglers caught fish so I flipped the trusty spoon fly across the point and sure enough got a taker. I was a small slot red instead of the larger fish, but it got their attention (Dey over here, brah!). Pretty soon they moved on and left me to MY MARSH.

Lots of the area was choked with aquatic vegetation, but there was a rim of open water along the bank of some islands, about 50 feet wide, that was too shallow for the wind to push up the weedbeds and algae mats. It would be hard for a boat or even a pedal drive kayak to get into this little river, but I could paddle into it with a bit of effort. It was essentially a redfish highway. I spotted lots of fish and spooked probably a hundred or more that were resting on bottom. They would give a grunt (drum) as I flushed them off the bottom.

The first fish was easy. I saw it coming right at me and when it got about 30 ft. away I flipped the spoon fly across his bow. Perfect tournament red….right under 27” and 8 lbs on the Boga. It fought hard and was stressed from the heat so I did not fool around and released it quickly.

I missed several tries with the fly rod. I’d see fish and cast to them but I think they saw me too. They would not come back up for a second cast, and blind casting to where I thought they’d be was unsuccessful. The wind was rising and messing up my casting so I went back to the in line spinner. I landed another nice upper slot red and a baby bull red of about 30”. It was about 1 pm that I noticed the puffy clouds were showing signs of becoming organized. I was about 3 miles from the launch so I started back. The first mile or so back was ok, but then the wind picked up considerably, and you know the rest of that story.










Hopedale 3-25-18

Wind: 0 – 5mph early, kicked up to 10-15 mph after 10 a.m. from S- SW

Tide: low at dawn for the Shell Beach station, range was supposed to be 0.7 ft, wind pushed water in and it was more like 2 ft.

Water Level: very low to start….lots of bank showing, cuts were empty

Water Temperature: ~ 65 F

Water Clarity: fair, 1-2 ft visibility, got muddy later in the day due to wind

Water salinity: didn’t check

Weather/sky: good sunny periods, occasional clouds

Temperature: ~ 68 F, going up to about 80 F

Moon: waxing half full

Solunar period: major periods @ 8 a.m. and 2 p.m.

Time on the water: slid the Hobie Outback kayak in at 6:30 a.m., packed up and driving home about 3:00 p.m.

Water covered: ~ 6 miles

Other fishers: solo trip

Game Plan: keep moving, find feeding redfish

Gear: one #8 fly rod

Lures: Waldner’s spoon fly in chartreuse

I stopped in at Gerald’s Donuts in Chalmette to get energized with some coffee and doughnuts and then headed on down to Hopedale. I made a combat launch off the roadside and pushed the kayak over about 10 yards of mud flat to get into the water. That was some low tide.

I cast to a drained out cut off a canal not far from the launch and got a 15” redfish. It looked like it was waiting for the water to come up so it could get back into the marsh.

I went on down a manmade canal for about a mile and a half and turned into a little bayou that went into a big pond. There was no action in the bayou, but when I got around on the leeward bank of the pond things picked up and muddy swirls were coming from spooked fish. I went down the leeward side and got a few shots at some tailing fish, and finally got a 24” red to pay attention to the fly. I grabbed it with the lip grip and did a water release, never touching the fish or bringing it ito the kayak. Having a crimped barb on the spoon fly makes unhooking the fish easy.

About 10 a.m. the tide was coming in fast and things started to get interesting. I was drifting quietly down the northern shoreline of the pond and a parade of redfish was marching up the shoreline. There was a fish about every 30-40 yards. Each one was hugging tight to the bank with its back out of the water. They all seemed to know that soon the water would be up enough for them to get back into the flooded grass and cuts. I cast to, fought, and lost then next two fish. The line was taught in both cases but somehow the hook pulled. Frustrating. I saw a tailing fish, cast, and did not get a bite. The wind pushed me away, so I swung out and back around for another shot at it. I flipped my line over to get it out of the way as I turned around and the line went taught. I set the hook and had a nice battle with a redfish that was almost 31” and probably weighed about 12 lbs. It buried in the aquatic grass a couple of times and I worked it free. Then it spun me around a few times and made a run under the kayak. I forgot to keep my foot on the pedal and the redfish wrapped the line around one of the fins. So I put some slack in the line, pulled up the mirage drive and freed the line. I cranked the reel and the redfish was still hooked. I got it in, put down the Cajun anchor to stop from being blown across the pond, and worked the redfish onto the ruler for a photo. It is always a struggle to get a good picture of a bigger sized fish, especially when it’s windy. The kayak is rocking and the fish can start to flop around and quickly make a mess of things. Fortunately this fish was calm. I got it back into the water as quickly as possible and watched it swim off.

I had some shots at other bank cruisers but had trouble getting them to see the little fly. The water along the edge of the bank was getting dirty from the wind and incoming tide. The wind made it hard to get the cast on target. I went around to the windward side of the pond and saw a few reds sitting in a drain with bait pushing toward them. It was very shallow and I saw the wake of a nice one moving about 15 yards across from me. I got a good cast out in front and started to strip the fly to get it positioned for a take. It’s always cool to see the redfish give the “Hey, look what I found swirl” and feel the line go taught. I gave a sharp strip strike and battled the 24” redfish in the shallow water. I had instructions to bring home a redfish and this guy went into the fish bag. A little olive oil and Tony’s made for a tasty meal of grilled redfish on the half-shell. As usual, I got a really good night’s sleep after a day of kayak fishing.


Delacroix 3-17-2018

Wind: 0 mph in the morning, kicked up to 10+ after 9 a.m. gusting to 15, from S, SW
Tide: low about noon at Shell Beach station, range 0.5 ft, wind held the water in
Water Level: average
Water Temperature: ~ 70 F
Water Clarity: clear to very clear in most spots, some muddy spots later in the day due to wind
Water salinity: didn’t check
Weather/sky: partly cloudy, good sunny periods
Temperature: ~ 68 F, going up to about 80 F
Moon: waning crescent
Solunar period: major periods @ 8 a.m. and 2 p.m.
Time on the water: Slipped the Hobie Outback kayak in at 6 a.m., packed up and driving home about 5:30 p.m.
Water covered: ~ 7 miles
Other fishers: solo trip

Game Plan: keep moving, find fish

Gear: two #8 fly rods

Lures: Waldner’s spoon fly in chartreuse, white and tan gurgler

Having a pedal drive kayak was not much of an asset today. The summer conditions are coming on quickly at Delacroix. It is getting really weedy. Lots of spots I fished were about 2-3’ deep but had 2’ of thick weeds growing up from the bottom. There was about 6-12” of super clean water above the grasses in most spots. There were large mats of thick algae that were difficult to traverse. It was like paddling across wet carpet.

Strategy/ patterns: I tried for trout early as I passed some cuts, got a few strikes on the gurgler (topwater) but could not keep them on. I eventually got one undersized speck. They all seemed small, so I pedaled and (mostly) paddled on to some ponds and broken marsh looking for reds.

Along the way to the ponds I saw a tailing redfish that disappeared about the time I was ready to make a cast. I made a few casts in its general direction and hooked up. It turned out to be a 16.5” trout that put up a pretty good fight on the fly rod.

I got to the ponds and found them to be filling in with aquatic vegetation – good for the fish, but difficult for anglers. It’s hard to paddle through the weeds and sneak up on fish. I saw quite a few backs and tails but it was hard to get into range. The wind picked up too, and that made fly fishing from the kayak even more complicated.

I was going through a narrow shallow cut and had to plow my way through with the paddle when a couple of redfish came from behind and around me about a flyrod’s length away. So I flipped the spoon fly to them and got an immediate take from a spunky red that went about 23.5”.

The wind and clouds picked up and became more difficult to fly fish. I covered a good bit of marsh, albeit slowly due to the weeds and the wind. I finally found some redfish stacked in the weeds on a protected shoreline. I could see them but had difficulty sneaking close enough and then getting a fly to them without it snagging on the weeds. I eventually had success and got another 23” and 15” reds. I had a close encounter with a nice sized red that was about to eat until it saw me and turned away at the last second.

The paddle in was challenging. I was headed into 15 mph winds (not too bad normally) but could build little momentum on the paddle stroke due to the weeds and algae mats. I went to bed early and slept well that night.

They went another direction so I hope they did well. I saw lots of good birds (big flock of gadwall, ibis), nutria, and alligators on this trip.