We went out of Folly to try to catch the early bite. But a late night made for a late start. But we still got on the water about 7:30. I had a small trout hit my trouttrick right of the bat. But he jumped and tossed the bait. I thought things were going to be different than my last few trips of nil. Nothing for about two hours. I knew the tide was rising and the reds would be moving into the grass.
I laced up my old combat boots. Time to go to battle. The tide had just come over the flats.
After hours of reading and searching how redfish eat and react to the tides around this area, I knew they would already be in the grass or on there way. My suspicions were immediately confirmed. I saw my first Charleston Reds tailing. At first it was just one, then his partner in crime followed. This was close enough to the boat that I could still control it with my wireless FOB. Dee was able to see them as well. She wasn’t getting out of the boat on this trip.
The hunt is on.
I was able to throw at the pair a couple of times. No dice. Spooked them once when I thought one might have taken my bait. But they came right back. I was shocked how close they were. No more than 20 feet away sat a pair of Golden reds. Their tails both out of the water and glowing an iridescent blue. What a beautiful sight. I was able to pitch my bait underhand at them for a softer splash. Still spooked them. But I was excited.
Time to chase.
Since the close ones decided they didn’t want to show me sympathy, I had to go deeper into the grass. The chase is just as exciting as the fight for me. It wasn’t long before I was able to hear more fish churning. I spotted at least a dozen fish and threw at about half of them. It didn’t take long before I realized I needed something weedless. Too easy. I made the adjustment on my Trouttrick to fit the jighead and hide the hook. It didn’t look pretty or straigh