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There’s no better cue that winter has passed quite like the surface exploding spectacle of a slob redfish pulverizing a top water plug or the sight of an upper slot brute with half its anatomy above the water’s surface. If the sight or sound of redfish prowling the shallows isn’t a good enough indication that spring has arrived, the gales that ensue are a ubiquitous reminder.
The arrival of spring is to a redfish-junkie like the onset of opening day is to a baseball aficionado. The air is filled with anticipation, buzz, and uncertainty. Things may start out rocky or inconsistent but everyone knows a season is lost in its inception. Development doesn’t occur overnight; it’s a continuous process that cultivates over the course of a season. Glimpses of improvement are evident with each passing day. Progress is motivation.
Spring the unpredictable and occasionally exhilarating force that lays the groundwork for better days to come…
The arrival of spring is to a redfish-junkie like the onset of opening day is to a baseball aficionado. The air is filled with anticipation, buzz, and uncertainty. Things may start out rocky or inconsistent but everyone knows a season is lost in its inception. Development doesn’t occur overnight; it’s a continuous process that cultivates over the course of a season. Glimpses of improvement are evident with each passing day. Progress is motivation.
Spring the unpredictable and occasionally exhilarating force that lays the groundwork for better days to come…
I need to get out there with them soon as the wife is over the back operation.
"I love the smell of napalm and watermelon slicks in the mornin'...."
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