
The Perfect Weekend 8/8/26
My buddy and I had made a drunken plan to hit the bay on Saturday. Needless to say, we followed through!
Woke up at 3:20am, made myself a quick coffee, and gooo!
Called my buddy on the way but no response, called again, nothing.
Made my way closer to Galveston, about 45 minutes out I call him again.
Now I got him up!
I got bait, ice, waters, all the necessities before arriving at the spot. By the time I unloaded my yak, my buddy was already pulling up!
We were in the water by 5:30am, daylight didnt show til about 6:15am. Headed towards the back of the marsh system since the tide was rising.
There were reds all over the marsh. Tails popping up all around us! We didnt even know where exactly to cast at!
Casted left, right, up, down. Nothing!
Finally, I hooked a croaker and casted him out, left my bale open so the croaker could run, set it down. I picked up my casting rod and started casting a twitch bait along the areas that I kept seeing tails. NOTHING!
After about my 15th cast with my twitch bait, I noticed my line whizzing. It wasn't a sound you hear when a fish is pulling drag, but still distinctive.
I had forgot all about my other pole! I dropped the bale, set the hook, and started reeling!