If you thought fishing was all about catching fish you would have never known Saturday morning as we sat there in the far reaches of an estuary covered in mud and surrounded redfish that wouldn’t eat. Saturday was one of my most enjoyable days on the water this year. I only made about a dozen casts and caught one fish. The wind howling through spartina, the sloshing of the mud, and dissonance of the gulls were all muted by the sound of excitement and laughter.
Full report and additional and full-size photos here...
http://castingtales.wordpress.com/2011/06/21/no-such-thing-as-too-skinny/






Here’s a short clip of what we saw on Saturday…
Full report and additional and full-size photos here...
http://castingtales.wordpress.com/2011/06/21/no-such-thing-as-too-skinny/






Here’s a short clip of what we saw on Saturday…



"I love the smell of napalm and watermelon slicks in the mornin'...."









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