The week was about time spent with the brothers you choose - those you want be with when doing what you'd always rather be doing, like this.
Friends don't go to this length for you, only brothers do.
Just got back from the 12th annual Fall Redfish Round-Up, hosted by Josh (Neumie) and his sister, Nina.
They also own and support Texas Kayak Fisherman forum.
Five days of kayaking different flats in the Texas coastal bend. The cast changed over the week.
We faced oppressive heat and humidity, huge water level, monsoon rain, wind - in the end, time with our brothers was the most important thing.
First thing, Steve let me haul his Oliver travel trailer down. Josh's cousin Darrell let us park it on his property.
Steve was working Monday through Thursday, the fishing began on Wednesday, and Steve decided to come down Friday, but too late to fish.
Lou hauled our kayaks on his trailer, Steve's trailer and boats were in storage in Rockport. (he hauls the trailer back, and we each haul our own boats home...)
Wednesday, Josh, Whit and Andy drove two hours up the coast to fish sloughs at Point Comfort - Josh and Whit brought home redfish. Josh released the trip-fish over-slot red.
Lou and I opted to stay close at our favorite Estes Flats, especially since it was the biggest tide swing of the trip.
We were probably too late on the tide swing, but we always dream about finding stacked snook here again at first light.
We moved back onto the flat, Lou moved up to fish the 2nd duck blind south, and I stayed close to fish the shoal between the 1st duck blind and the inside of Little Cut.
For me, every fish that mattered this week was caught on Z-man Minnow-Z and 1/8-oz Texas Eye jighead - more on that later.
Right off, my favorite color Mood Ring paid off dinks and rats.
From the wakes, subtle slashes, and jumping bait, I estimated there were 200 redfish on my shoal.
I went through colors on the climbing sun, Sexy Penny, Mood Ring, Redbone, and couldn't buy a strike. Finally went to The Deal, opaque grey on bottom and blue on top, and caught my next redfish.
Funny story, I saw a big wake too far from my casting arm, and tried to cast anyway. My 4-year-never-backlashed Zillion changed my mind, and snapped my 4-y-o braid in the spool wrap, sending my lure out of sight. Grabbed my Silver Wolf finesse combo and cast out the topwater prop tail shrimp (Supra 65, aka "Mr. Peanut"). The double trebles hauled up my broken line and my Z-man Deal. Looking at the two lures, decided this means something, swapped the Z-man onto the finesse combo, and proceeded to catch 7 more fish on 12 casts - they wanted subtle blend colors with mullet sheen.
I didn't photo the last and largest two reds separately - I was too busy fishing.
By 10 am, I had my redfish limit, tried to put Lou on my shoal, but it cooled down. Lou brought home a thick keeper trout from the 2nd duck blind.
We called the day early. (Lou and I were sweated-through on Tuesday setting up the trailer, and again fishing on Wednesday.)
Our stringers, which included the only redfish limit of the trip. My total for short morning on Estes, 6 trout, no keepers, 6 reds with a slot-fish limit.
Wednesday night, our brother Tony arrived from San Antonio.
Josh cooked a fried feast, shrimp, oysters, and redfish, spicy hush puppies, with cucumber salad and coleslaw. (Josh and Nina could both be chefs - Nina wasn't here yet, traveling on business)
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Thursday looked really bad on paper. The front was coming, but we had a favored SSE wind until it got here.
We picked Dagger Flats down the coast from Estes, which excited me, because I haven't fished here before.
On the water for sunrise.
I followed Josh straight upwind around both sides of an island.
Nothing to sight-fish, and we began drifting the deeper flat, but found only dink trout.
After 2 drifts, we both headed back upwind to the other side of the island, and were joined by everyone else in our group.
Josh got out to wade and brought in a solid slot red.
My next drift got my best fish, and Whit caught everything except the fish he wanted.
My 22" slot red was 1/4" shorter than Josh's.
Josh had done a great job of following the front while he was on the water. His dad texted him when it hit Halletsville, and when it reached Goliad, told everyone at 9am, "we have a half-hour to fish and then we have to run." I got another 18-inch red on my last drift, and Andy got one right beside me.
Running home toward the storm. We had our boats loaded at 10:35 when the wind and rain hit.
It would rain 5 inches in the next 24 hours.
When we got off the water early, we went for giant Tex-Mex plates at Vallarta (Rockport standard), and a follow-up run to TackleTown.
So full from lunch, we ate only appetizers at Hu-Dat/ Bencharmers bar that night. Nina arrived from the airport to join us.
All I can write in one sitting - I'll be back with our big blow days.