



Dad and I, went down the river Saturday morning to Locust Bayou and the near vicinty, fishing for reds and drum. After a very rough ride across the bay, we fished for six hours with only two small reds and about ten hardheads to show for our troubles.
We knew the tide was going to start falling rapidly after lunch time, but we tried to push our luck by going early and it just did not pay off for us or any of the other many boats we saw and spoke with.
However about two o'clock I guess the dinner bell rang and the bite was on! We started catching mostly drum with a few reds mixed in, one after another, until we ran out of bait.
I caught my personal best black drum. It weighed 40.9 lbs. and gave me a heck of a fight. We were fishing in about fifteen feet of water and these fish would just refuse to come to the top of the water. We use 30 lb. mono, so we can horse them pretty good most of the time, but they would get almost to the top and then just scream the line off on a long run. When we did get them to the top, they would splash us all over, head away from the boat and then back down again. It was crazy (but fun)! Especially when you did not have time to recover from one fish to the next.
There were several boats fishing the reef at the mouth of the bayou, for specks. They seemed to be doing quite well in numbers, not quite sure about the size as I saw a lot of throwbacks. But most of the boats were there for several hours.
Anyway we left about six o'clock and it took us double the normal time to get back to Morgan City due to the high winds that whipped the bay into a frenzy. I woke up this morning feeling like I had been lifting weights and also like someone had worked over my lower back with a two-by-four.
But you know what, I'm thinking about heading out again tommorrow! I guess some of us fishermen and hunters are not real smart------or is just that it is SOOOO MUCH FUN???
Get out and get you some!!!!
We knew the tide was going to start falling rapidly after lunch time, but we tried to push our luck by going early and it just did not pay off for us or any of the other many boats we saw and spoke with.
However about two o'clock I guess the dinner bell rang and the bite was on! We started catching mostly drum with a few reds mixed in, one after another, until we ran out of bait.
I caught my personal best black drum. It weighed 40.9 lbs. and gave me a heck of a fight. We were fishing in about fifteen feet of water and these fish would just refuse to come to the top of the water. We use 30 lb. mono, so we can horse them pretty good most of the time, but they would get almost to the top and then just scream the line off on a long run. When we did get them to the top, they would splash us all over, head away from the boat and then back down again. It was crazy (but fun)! Especially when you did not have time to recover from one fish to the next.
There were several boats fishing the reef at the mouth of the bayou, for specks. They seemed to be doing quite well in numbers, not quite sure about the size as I saw a lot of throwbacks. But most of the boats were there for several hours.
Anyway we left about six o'clock and it took us double the normal time to get back to Morgan City due to the high winds that whipped the bay into a frenzy. I woke up this morning feeling like I had been lifting weights and also like someone had worked over my lower back with a two-by-four.
But you know what, I'm thinking about heading out again tommorrow! I guess some of us fishermen and hunters are not real smart------or is just that it is SOOOO MUCH FUN???
Get out and get you some!!!!