I was fortunate enough to make 2 trips over to Grand Isle to fish with Scott Null in February. February 6-7th I fished with a buddy from work who made the trip with me last year and 2/21-2/22 a college buddy who saw my pics from last year and just had to get out- he's a gear chunker but a great guy.
2/6-2/7: conditions were absolutely perfect. Clear water, low tides, lots of sunshine, and minimal wind. Both days also presented really spooky fish. While the weather, wind, and water conditions were pretty much perfect this trip was not as epic as last year's trip where my partner and I landed 11 reds over 20# in 2 days plus drum & sheepies- all sight-cast on the fly we still managed to have a decent trip.
I landed 3 reds between 8 and 14# and 3 drum ranging from 9-17#. You get spoiled over there- an 8# red on the fly pretty much anywhere in Texas is a trophy. Over there it's a baby.
I don't know if it was because the water was so clear or because we caught the back end of the full moon but the fish were extra spooky. Reds would spook at the shadow of the fly line in the air above them. I've never seen that before.
So I took an old Aggie buddy of mine to Louisiana to do some fishing. He's a newbie to saltwater fishing, never done any sight-casting, and a gear-chunker to boot. But he's a damn good Ag and we've been friends for nearly 20 years.
Conditions Saturday were rough. Cloudy with winds blowing 25+ all morning so we didn't get on the water until 11 or so. I caught a puppy drum on conventional when the wind was howling and I couldn't fly cast. Late in the day I got my one and only shot of the day and stuck this 31# black drum.
But by late Saturday afternoon the winds died and were almost nonexistent in the morning on Sunday and we found some protected water that cleared up overnight and clear skies helped the cause.
My good buddy was giddy as a schoolboy watching these 16# and 20# reds inhale a well-placed soft plastic (he is a bass guy so he can cast accurately) but his monster was a 34# black drum that damn near ran off 200 yards of 20# PowerPro on his spinning rig.
Solid 8# fish. Practically a baby over there:
This little bastard went about 6# and robbed me of my best shot at a 20+ pound red. We were poling a shoreline and big honking red was kind of waking along a drop-off about 6' out from shore and I drop the fly a couple feet in front of him and maybe 18" to one side. He swirls and is about to eat when this little drum races up out of the deeper water where I never saw him and slammed my fly, taking it from the big red.