During Sunday’s outing we spent the majority of the afternoon hours looking for flocks of birds working the water. We drove from one side of the lake to the other, and then back again. It was only in the last hour that the shrimp were running (i.e. being chased by the fish) and created a buzz. We managed to snag about 20+ trout (a poor showing compared to his 50+ with my mom two days before) and finally on the last cast of the night I hooked a nice Red Fish. I had a bit of a time trying to bring it in all the while trying to show my dad how to use my camera and get the net ready!
These fish are so pretty and super tasty! But this one was put back to grow some more.
My sister always has the best luck and so merely one red fish is nothing for her, but I usually don’t have that kind of luck. I am so sensitive to motion-sickness that I usually spend most of my time fighting severe nausea. But it helps when you’re busy catching instead of just fishing!
The ride back to the launch was the perfect temperature and the unusual landscape made for a beautiful sunset. It’s a whole new (and strange) world of big boats, strange smells, and weird structures around these parts.
And because this is Southeast Texas, you never quite know what you are going to find in the water. At first I thought it was an alligator — maybe a piece of drift wood — but the closer we got the shape came to focus and it was a wild hog!! That hog swam from Louisiana to Texas for no other apparent reason than just to get to the other side! Texas is so crazy!