So... the early starters didn't leave quit so early. In fact, one of them slept in.
I arrived at the boat launch at about 6:30. I called my buddy Caleb. My phone call turned out to be his alarm clock. He lives up in Conroe, so we both decided that he may as well roll back over in bed & chalk this up as a loss. Besides, the rest of the TFF guys were coming, so I could just wait for them. However, hindsight says I should have just gone home and went to bed too.
My SUP is far from being in good condition, and I'm uncoordinated and shaky in waves greater than 2 inches, so I decided to avoid crossing the ship channel. In the morning, I cruised around the shallows just northeast of the boat dock, but to no avail. I just caught me some shucked oyster shells.
The mud was pissing me off, so I decided to cross the ship channel to get to the rocky, sandy island. Once on the far side, I intermittently saw some exploding bait balls. A nice red & white seaducer enticed a beast, but sadly I snapped off immediately after setting the hook -- maybe I just got too damn excited when I tugged the line. I didn't see the fish, but... of course... it felt massive.
In total, I caught 2 fish. The total length of those fish equaled 4 inches... I skewered two unlucky baitfish while stripping through their schools.
Better luck next time