Phillip and I went down to Delacroix on Saturday. It took me a while to find some fish, but it was worth the wait. We fished the outer bays and got into some big fat bull reds and trout. We ended up with two double ups on the bulls. Philllip caught the big fish of the day with a beautiful 39.5' bull red. We finished the day with 12 bulls and 28 trout up to 2 1/2#.

I was finally able to get out and take advantage of some of the good weather and early snapper season. I had Josh Hall and Scuba Steve along for the trip. We ran down the river in the fog headed east and had one stop shopping. I had the first snapper on before we had all three lines in the water. It took us a minute to found out what depth the better fish were staging in and then we had a snapper party. Steve caught a nice 13# gag grouper, which we had to release. I caught the biggest vermillion snapper I've ever seen. Jack Crevelle, mangrove snapper, bonita, and Spanish mackerel rounded out the species list. The Spanish were thick. Every time a snapper would steal your bait the Spanish were hitting the bare hook as you reeled it in. It was a good first trip of the season, and I was able to show an inshore fisherman the fun and bounty that exits beyond the marsh.

I went out to Ponchartrain for a solo trip on Saturday. I trolled around for three hours without a single bite. So, I started pounding the pylons. After a couple of moves I found the cajun delicacy. I picked up six nice flounder and called it a day.

The wife and I went out on Sunday and played with the drum while enjoying the nice weather. We also picked up 20 freckled fish in the outer bays.

Although I hate the freezing weather, I love the winter fishing. I made a solo trip down to Delacroix on Saturday and whacked the reds again. Big hard fighting bronze beauties on a clear winter day just puts a big smile on your face. The river is still full of reds for your angling pleasure.

Despite 1/4 of ice covering our trucks and the boat and the closure of the green monster, Phillip and I headed to Delacroix. After launching at Sweetwater the first thing we saw was a group of duck hunters that had managed to beach there boat up on the rocks. After pulling them off the rocks and making sure they were ok we headed down to the river to tag some reds for LWF. After the fog lifted the bite turned on and we had nonstop action. We even caught a dozen of those freckled fish. The wind was lighter than predicted so we headed outside and played with a few of the big girls before calling it a day.

Phillip and I went down to Delacroix on Saturday to fish the calm before the storm. We hit drainage after drainage until we finally found the reds roaming a section of the shoreline. It was wide open action on every casts. After Phillip put his limit of reds in the boat he started fishing the middle of river for trout. I refused to spend time fishing for freckled with all reds eating up my swimbaits. He proceeded to catch trout off one side of the boat while I caught reds off the other, everyone was happy. After I used up all of my LWLF tags, we went out to some open water and finished off the day with some beautiful bulls.

Phillip and I headed out to fish the marshes of the ICW for some reds. We covered some prime habitat and gorgeous water but could not get on the reds. After two and a half hours with out a fish we resorted to fishing for freckled fish to salvage the trip. We hit the hot water canal and picked up a couple of fish. So this idiot decides to come troll 15' off of our bow. We let him have the spot and head over to drift the rocks and another boat comes in at 30 mph and anchors up 50 ' in front of us. It was worse than fishing in Oak River. They had miles of water, but it was like we had an X on backs. We finished the day off with 20 freckled fish and a couple of flounder. Phillip fished his Caroline Rig, while I was tightlining a 3/8oz jighead.

Can anyone identify this fish?

I hit a few drainages Saturday looking for the reds to be in deep holes, not. The warm weather had them up on the flats. Since the rain that was forecasted was no where in sight I went to the outer bays and played with the big girls. Pure pleasure and not a boat in sight.

I ran a solo rip today and started out chasing the pumpkins in the ponds. Then I ran to the outer bays to play with the bulls. Which was the least productive move of the day. Then I moved to the inner bays and slammed the reds on a chatterbait. The action was nonstop right up until the front hit. It was as if someone had turned the light switch off. Only one fish in the next hour and a half, so I called it a day.

Matt and I launched out of Serigne's and headed south. We caught a few freckled fish while we searched for reds. Once the tide turned the reds went on the chew, and provided more entertainment than we could have imagined.

Phillip and I ran down to Delacroix and started off in the deep water and picked up 17 freckled fish at our first stop. After that bite slowed down we hit the flats for a few bronze beauties. We worked our way north and finished up the day over some oyster beds with another 21 specks. At 2 o clock the wind stopped and it was flat calm. The only problem was the gnats were more plentiful than the fish.

Phillip and I headed down to Delacroix despite the weather forecast. We started out in deep water where Phillip caught a couple of freckled fish. Then the fun began, as we moved up on the flats to catch some bull reds. We had to move a couple of times to stay in clean water. We hit a couple of more deep holes for a total of twelve trout. Then we found a nice shoreline with a few more line stripping bulls to finish off the day.

Mark and I went to the causeway yesterday to see if we cash in on somegood trout. The bite started off slow, but we stuck with it and it paid off big time. We caught 35 heavy trout, five of them were 4 pounders. A dozen of the fish came on the troll and the rest were caught pitching the poles. Mark also caught a slam; trout, flounder and a red.

I went down to Delacroix saturday and had to run from the storms. I hit a few ponds and caught a handful of reds and bass before the heat got bad.There was almost as much grass as there was mullet.

Phillip, Scott, and I left La Place at 3 am on mission to stick it to some snapper. We launched out of Fourchon and made bait in the marina, because no one had any live croakers. Little did we know that the fresh bait would play such a key role in today's fishing. We headed out to the GI blocks aoiding a couple storm cells and started catching some nice mangroves. We were surprised by the lack of red snappers. The first red to come to the boat was an undersized 14 incher that Mr Smiley face tried to eat at boat side. That's a 50# cobia right at the side of the boat. Scott dropped a jig in the water, but he would not touch it. I went into the live well and got a 4' croaker free lined it, and game on. After a 5 minute fight I had him up close to the boat and his little brother was with him. Scott dropped the jig again, and this time we got to watch him eat it. Doubled up on big cobia. The little brother weighed 48#. After a long battle trying to get both of the fish in the boat, and a few high fives we were back on our quest for a snapper. We pulled up to a rig I dropped the jig down an two pops big fish on. I couldn't stop him and he rigged me. Phillip drops down, big fish on. I grab a different rod with a 6' pogey, part of this mornings bait catch, and big fish on again. Now Phillip and I are doubled up, but not sure what species we are tied into. After a few minutes and a couple of tangles we see both fish. Phillip's fish is 30' jack cravelle and mine is a 45' cobia. We boated them both, released the jack, made one more stop for mangroves and called it a day. It was big fun on the big pond, with plenty of trash talking and a full fish box on the 22' bay boat.

My neighbor invited me to go to the causeway with him. since the lunar tables rated today a ten, and the wind was expected to be 5 to 10; it was a no brainer. After we launched in the Tchefuncta and made the short run to the cuaseway. It took us a half an hour to find out that presentation the fish wanted. After that the avocado cocahoe went to worrk and we had steady bites until noon. We missed an awful lot of fish today, lost seven fish boatside, but we did manage to catch a limit of fish. The fish were all over the board as far as sizes. They ranged from some 12' males up 18' females. Our largest fish went three pounds. We saw a lot of boats running up and down the bridge. However, we fished by ourselves most of the day.

I got an invite from Capt. Tommy to go test some new baits he is working on. We launched out of Dularge headed out to Caillou Lake and make a big loop and ended up in Lake Mechant. We just kept worked the birds as we went along. A lot of the birds were on gafftops. Surprisingly, there were a lot of mixed pods of fish. The first fish would be a gafftop, and then we would catch a few trout. On one stop I caught trout, gafftop, a bull shark, and a bull red red on the same Cocodrie Cocahoe on the same little reef. That is one tuff little bait. The clean water that we found was greenish so I fished the new avocado cocahoe under a cork. Capt. Tommy was going back and forth between the tandom rig and a cork. We never hit the motherlode, but we did end up with a mixed bag of 44 trout 12 - 16 inches. We had to throw back about as many as we kept.

Scuba Steve and I did an afternoon trip out of Hopedale on sunday. The water was extremely low, but it had good visibility. We bounced around Hopedale Lagoon and put 20 freckled fish in the box. Steve had the catch of the trip, a 30# big nasty. Monday morning I went solo down to Delacroix looking for reds. It took a little while to find them. But, I got into the drag screaming, and tackle busting bull reds. I got broke off by the first one, andhad another straighten out a jig hook. It was big fun catching those fish in that shallow water. As the tide rose the bite got better. I had to leave them biting because I told my wife I would be home early.