9.26-27-2015
Water Temp high 70's
Hunter hasn't been fishing in a while and was itching to get after it.
Saturday we ventured down to Russ Point at Fripp's Inlet, water that Hunter had never fished.
We ventured way up a creek on a high tide and fished in vain, other than sight seeing on a strong high tide. We came out and anchored at the mouth of the creek hoping to snag a tarpon. While we saw two, they were smart enough not to touch our cut mullet.
Finally the tide was getting down to the magic 2 hours before low tide.
We went up another small creek looking for bait and shrimp were everywhere and they were added to the shrimp bucket. On one net cast Hunter brought up what I thought were extra large shrimp. Lo and behold they were squid. You never know.
We eased our way out to the big rocks that hold up Fripp Island.
Nancy got on board when a just missed being a keeper redfish took off with her newly caught shrimp.
We continued fishing towards the bridge until we finally came to a couple of docks. Hunter said we should fish the one that had a nice little oyster rake under it.
Sure enough he quickly hooked into what he thought was the oyster bar, but he suddenly yelled "get the net" as our first Atlantic flounder came aboard the tin boat.
A few casts later I got on board with a nice 19" flattie that hit the jig head tipped with live shrimp.
As the tide bottomed out we put the boat on the trailer and headed back to filet some imagined crab stuffed flounder.
Sunday dawned cloudy and drizzly.
Hunter and I decided to try the ol trout and red hole. We waited a while as the huge tides drained out of Beaufort.
We headed to the red hole first, but the water was still pretty high. So we went looking for trout in the hole that until now, had been barren of trout since early spring.
But that changed as Hunter quickly started hooking up on a Zman jerk shad. He quickly landed four keeper trout, of which two came home with us.
As the trout bite died, we eased back to our red hole as the water had dropped enough that we felt we could touch them if we could see them.
We eased into a spot I had caught a nice red last week and was explaining to Hunter how I had caught them tailing there.
I pitched my Zman Jerk Shadz up in the pocket only to get a wind knot in my line.
As I finally got the knot out of my line, I picked up and felt the tightness of fish on!
Hunter had to get back to Charleston, so we packed up and headed to the house.
I heard the fish exhale as they figured Hunter was out of here, he hurts them every time he comes down to fish.