Friday May 30, 2008:
The phone rings at 09:30, Pete wants to know if I want to go wading for some Red Drum. Even though I was supposed to be packing for a trip to Richmond, I said, "Sure, what time?" He would pick me up at 11:00. At 11:30 he shows up and we take off to the landing. We arrived as the tide was already rising and started throwing Strike King Red Fish Magic and Berkley Gulps. We made we hit every bend and oyster bank for about a mile and nothing. Finally, at about 14:30, the tide was creeping into the grass and we were casting to an oyster bar in some deep water when the 18" red slammed the spinnerbait. I tried to ease the fish to the bank without Pete hearing. I wanted to surprise him as I held up the fish, but as it hit the grass it began to splash and my cover was blown. We stayed for about 20 more minutes and with the tide flooding into the grass it was time to take the long walk back to the landing.
Monday, June 2, 2008:
New moon rising and approaching the 2nd closest perigee of the year, 357250 km, the tides for the next two days are going to be crazy high and super low. I decided to hit the kayak and do some exploring and see if I could find some fish. I headed out to Masonboro Sound and the tide has already begun it's long fall. I paddled around the creek and found some nice areas to fish on higher tides and blew out some fish, probably mullet maybe Reds, as I move through the creek. I cast around for a while with no takers. I decided to move out into the sound.
As I moved out of the creek bait was stacking up near the mouth. I paddled across the ICW and began wading through the nearly isolated creek. Birds, Crabs and mullet abound as the mouth of this creek was slowly being cut off from the ICW. Wading and casting to pushes I realized these pushes were really just super-sized mullet and they were unlikely to hit my Strike King spinnerbait. So I continued moving back into the now dried up mudflat to check out the lay of the land for future use.
I ended up back in the ICW fishing a dock when the phone rang as I was hooked up on a small Red Drum. There were two boats near me and I was trying to land this fish and not get spotted by the other boats. I got the fish off of the Strike King and released it but got spotted by the other guy in a kayak. I returned the missed call and turns out my son was sicked and I had to end the trip.
Wednesday June 4, 2008
More evening fishing, with Allen and Pete this time, tried to hit some Spanish at sunset but the seas were to big and no fish in sight. So we decided to hit some docks. After several unsuccessful stops, the last dock produced this little Redfish. It hit, you guessed it, a Strike King spinner with a Bass Assassin rootbeer shad attached. I think Allen is going to go get himself one or two of these spinners for the next trip.
Capt. Danny Wrenn
96 Charter Company
Wilmington, N.C.
910.619.2224
