A friend who guides out of Charleston called me up Wednesday night and told me his Friday charter had bailed, and wanted to know if I was down for some salty critters. I haven't been down to the coast in months, so I leapt at the chance.
I slipped down Thursday evening, checked into a hotel, and met another old friend for dinner. On the way out the door, I saw myself in the mirror. Usually, that still makes me feel a little twinge of sadness, but for once, I looked in the glass and saw something that didn't make me want to look away.
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The weatherman had been promising good, glassy conditions. The plan in the morning was to run offshore to check out a couple artificial reefs, tease up some AJs, and tug on a few of those bad boys. Alas, the weatherman was full of it, and we found too much chop to make the long run in a bay boat. We called an audible and chased birds just off the beaches after bull redfish. Success was attained. They are handsome fish. This one was the handsomest of all.
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Cheers y'all!
Claire
Oink to the Red. -+;
Quote from: Woolly Bugger on December 17, 2019, 12:09:49 PMGood show, saw where Brian and Sarah got into them big time too
I need to get out and fish with them at some point. They seem like badass peeps.