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Tuesday night, another front blows through, "Charlie, let's go."
So my buddy Jake and I show up Wed morning and off we go. The tide is ripping out of the bay so we key on active bait inside the drains. Cast after cast, Jake and I score on solid redfish.
"There in here, I promise," Ken would say as I kept on catching red fish after red fish. "Really! You should have been here yesterday, " kept running through the back of my mine. "Real nice red fish hole you got here Ken. Where's the big trout you promised?" I asked.
Now if your not into having fun and talking smack, don't fish with Ken. Ken is all about having fun while fishing.
As we work back into a little pocket, I see a some bait bust and a silver back roll. I cast my floating Corky Fat Boy past her and work it slowly by her nose.
I felt the slightest little tap and bam, I set the hook. She put on quite an air show with her tarpon flips. She was 29 1/4" and a hair over 9lbs on the Boga.
Capt Ken definitely has the hot hand on big trout.
Now if you listen to Ken's story, he'll tell you I jumped in his back pocket and pot licked him. I just want to set the story straight first.
Seriously, Ken is on some big trout. He put me on my personal heaviest trout and we had a great time.
COMMUNITY WITH A LARGE
PROBLEM AND A 
PROBLEM.
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