Just two more, couldn’t resist. The whole day out, we never landed a Redfish. Saw plenty, just never had any take bait.
Then, while fishing off the dock at the hotel, my buddy warns me that if I caught a Redfish, I was going in the water. Head-first. And he doesn’t make idle threats.
Sunday morning, coming down, I was up at 4 or 5, and the high tide was just peeking against the pier. I would land a dead shrimp against the wall, and about every second or third shrimp would result in a tiny Redfish.
After I screwed up my courage, I showed that one picture.
“Dude, look: it’s smaller than the brick.”
I was safe.
Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
