Tough Grinding.
Man, Im sore. Im not used to grinding it out all day. LOL.
Drew, Ken and myself got to Sams beach right before daylight. There was that usual storm cell just to the the east that allways makes for an interesting sunrise. This sunrise was a little different this time. Ive seen so many at the beach, I should be used to them by now. But, this one was different. The cross that Guy built stood firmly planted in the sand, just over my right shoulder. To my left, the sun rising behind that storm cell with all those sunrays shining through, and to my right, the monument of a leader. Sam was with us.
Drew and Ken were using popping corks and I went with a Carolina rig throwing live shrimp. The water was great. A light sandy green to the beach, hardly any waves, just nice. The bad part was, no fish. I did manage a nice whitting and a sand trout. LOL. Ill be hearing about those fish for a week. But it was Hardhead city. Little bitty ones. They were so thick, I foul hooked 3 in a row. After a couple of hours of that, we decided to hit the backside. It took me awhile to convince Drew to try my spot. I know this little Flounder hole on the Galveston side, that is really easy to fish. Conditions were allmost perfect. Water was green, we had incoming current, allthough the tide was going out, it was nice. The bad part was, no Flounder. But there wasnt any Hardheads. Insted, we ran into dink Trout. They were thick. They could be caught at will. Im still lauging at Drew. I could hear him from the distance.
"Where you going"?
"To my hole" I replied. If you know how to read water and understand structure, you would be surprised at this spot. Its very easy fishing, and its so, so close to the bank. Not like wading out at the pump station. The bad part is, it was slow. We didnt catch any Flounder, but they could be seen. Little baby ones. I did manange several Dink Trout, Rat Reds, whitting and croaker though. Drew did about the same, and Ken managed a small black drum. Came close to the Texas Slam, but didnt. After a couple of hours of that, we hit what I call the point. Thats the backside curve of the island, and it sometimes holds big Trout. Still slow fishing though. By now, Im throwing every color plastic I had. Got one hit, but that was it. But Ken struck it pretty good. He brought in a fat Trout off the cork, that was a pretty nice fish. It may of only been 17-18 inches, but it was two sammiches.
All in all, the fishing was slow, but it was fun. Thats what its about. Its not like we didnt try. It was a pretty tough, and hot 6 hours. Thats what its all about. Just getting out there.
