It was bad at daylight. Northeast winds at 15. The new moon tide was so low, running south this morning, we went aground a half mile off Turtle Key. Like a Googan. No other boats on dawn patrol, just us, we saw three or four other boats all day, it’s an eerie, almost lonely feeling, running way out there in the wind and in the gray light, twelve inches of water, giant wading birds walking the flats a mile offshore, the sun rising.
John and Tom, sightfishing red’s and snook with fly rods, all day, from Lostman’s to the backcountry, they caught a bunch of snook and red’s. Bitch Lake has some Mysterious Properties, big red’s lurking in the weeds. We finished with something like 9 snook, and 5 red’s, largest red, 28″, and largest snook, 33″.