I took Friday off and took my oldest fishing in the morning. We hit the water about an hour after high tide and went to the bank on the south/east side of the river a little up from the 526 bridge. We threw out some cut mullet under a cork and she had cut mullet on the bottom while I tried artificials. I kind of gave up on my fishing and was helping her get the hang of casting a spinning rod when the reel with the cork on it started screaming in the rod holder. I got it reeled in after a short fight and we got a 22" red in the boat. Nothing more in that spot for about 20 minutes and we moved up the river maybe 100 yards. My girl had the hang of casting by then - her first time using a “big girl rod” - and she picked her spot and landed her bait right there. She reeled in a few times and cast right back to the same spot. She said if she were a redfish that’s where she would be. She reeled in again after a few minute wait and said hey I think there’s a fish on my hook. Then the drag started singing. I helped her hold the rod while she reeled in her first red! It was a nice one at 21-1/2" - I think it weighed a bit more than the one I caught and I know it fought harder. We stopped fishing after that, brought them home for dinner, and went and picked up the rest of the family for an afternoon boat ride. That was the best day off I ever took.
1990 Montauk 17/90hp Yamaha - “The Girlie”
You can have it fast, right, or cheap. Pick two.