Admittedly I’m a salt novice. I can count the number of trips on one hand and all have been diy, leaving me with nothing more to show for my efforts but some smallish Sea Trout. Like almost everything in my life, I feel the need to go about things the hard way. Figure it out myself and accept that failure will most likely be my immediate friend and success will be that much more rewarding.
Around the beginning of February Kyle and I started to throw around the Idea of heading to small island off the gulf coast of Alabama in search of Red’s. We scouted the location for prime spots, made sure the tides were right, and had a pretty damn good idea what flies the fish would be eating. We decided that water temps should be high enough toward the end of March that the Red’s would be making their way out of the creeks and into the bays where we could potentially have a shot at a few decent fish. I felt like we really did our homework. As the dates grew closer, the forecast started to look bleaker. No matter how much you plan and do your homework you can’t control the weather and I knew this trip was setting up to potentially be a tough one. As the departure day finally arrived it was apparent that the forecast was going to hold. And not in a good way. We fished the first three days through brutal winds and intermittent rain. The front that brought the rain also brought cooler weather, causing the water temps to drop significantly from the previous week and the fish were nowhere to be found. On the last day the sun finally broke through the clouds and the winds laid down enough to make conditions manageable. We found an area on the bay side of the island that was wadable and finally after three days of brutal condtions and pure frustration, Kyle’s line came tight to a Red. It wasn’t a giant by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a fish nonetheless. There were some high fives and a few photos snapped and the fish was sent on his way. Not the result we’d hoped for but definitely another notch in the belt.
I suppose one day I may come to terms with the fact that my stubborn nature may not always be the best approach. But I doubt it. Figuring things out the hard way has always tickled my fancy and I feel like next time I’ll be better prepared from having the experience we did. The salt is a fickle mistress and I can’t wait to get back and make her my bitch!