« on: August 27, 2012, 05:59:27 PM »
Three hardy souls (Dan, George & I) met at 7 AM. The wind was pretty stiff and the pocket was not conducive to fly fishing. We went up the road to Stingaree and hit the marshes east of there. Looked promising, but the only taker was a flounder about the size of my hand, caught by Dan. We tried conventional tackle for a bit and I foul hooked a stingray about the size of a garbage can lid. We decided lunch sounded like a plan and headed to Stingaree for poboys. Scott joined us there for lunch as his daughter had a track meet early in the AM. Afterwards, he & I hit the marsh just west of the marina. Unfortunately, we only had about 15 minutes of fishing before the skies opened up. About 5 minutes later, we began hearing thunder and decided that 9' 8 wts weren't the best things to hold onto in a thunderstorm.
C'est la guerre!