Sunday night flood tide, I looked for tailers in the Stono, but they weren’t wanting to cooperate with me and I had several other boats in my “secret spot” so I tried a few new flats. They were holding fish, but the reds weren’t super active and the grass was a little thicker than I would normally fish. Taller grass can make it difficult squeezing a fly in a tiny little area. Wind was blowing considerably and it was difficult to see them as they were only cruising and not being all too aggresive. Put the fly rod down and blind casted a DOA in some fishy spots and got one strike, but I struck out. Finally got tired of the wind and went home defeated.
On Monday morning I happened to glance at the weather report and the tide stage looked right and the wind looked really right. The only thing sketchy was the rain coming in. The wife had plans with her sister and my honey-do list is for the most part, caught up. 
I knew I’d have a window of opportunity to go look at some flats after work and even though we had that little storm sitting there, I took my chances and carried the High Tide over to IOP. Put in an hour before high and by the time I arrived to one of my favorite spots, there was good water on the flat. Deployed the anchor and walked out on to the flat and stood for about five minutes before a beautiful blue tail appeared maybe ten feet in front of me. With no wind at my back, I made a perfect twelve foot cast. You forget how easy casting is when you have no obstructions and no wind. 
Strip, strip, Bam!! Nice little redfish. After a healthy release back into 12" of water I turned around to see the lightning closing in on me. It was time to go just as I was getting started. Sometimes I need reminders in life to appreciate the little victories, and this was one. Made my way back to the boat not seeing another fish, although I’m sure they were there and willing to play had I not needed to get out of the weather. That’s usually how it goes. Pulled the boat on the trailer just as it
