After being couped up at work and
school for the past few months, an opportunity to make a quick solo
trip down to the coast came that I couldn't pass up. Weather looked
favorable so I made the drive down from San Antonio at 3:00 A.M.
The first stop was a flat I had high
hopes of this coming winter. Sure enough, the fish were active and
hoarding mullet along the shoreline. Here is a fish that fell victim
to the 7 wt.
Soon after groups of black drum would
intervene in the madness.
Most of the redfish were slot sized,
with a couple bulls in the mix. After catching and releasing a few
I opted to head in, grab lunch, and regroup with Austin of salt396.
A local chinese buffet would suffice, and while gearing up to head
out for the afternoon I cracked open my furtune cookie.
Could this be an omen from the fish
gods?
Wading the same mud flats proved to be
difficult after the winds kicked up. Had a couple of shots at fish
but ended up blowing them all (no surprise for me) But I did catch
and release this crab after a tense battle.
Nightfall was soon coming, and we
retreated to a location which held potential.
BAM
Ah, Austin connects with another red.
My turn. Cast, strip, strip, strip...
Skipjack... Wait, fat skipjack... WAIT.
Juvenile Texan tarpon.
The omen had held true.
And then Austin landed another juvi...
I have long held the tarpon on fly on
my bucket list. Tarpon, of any size, possess the potential to keep
you up at night, wake you up in cold sweats, and curse words that
have not ever been cursed. Juvenile tarpon are perfect in every way shape and form. Being in the presence of these fish was simply amazing, and I am glad to see Texas becoming home to more and more of these guys.
















