This heron seemed to be standing guard over my boat as we prepared to head out this morning. Lisa and her friend, Brent,(renting in 505) went with me on Saturday, Monday, and today. Saturday we didn't go out until 5 in the afternoon and thought with the front approaching, we might find the fish a bit hungry. We went straight to Paul's Mott. The water was perfect, but the fishing not so good. I did finally tease an 18 inch trout into taking my DOA shrimp at the spoil bank west of Long Reef. A few seconds later Lisa had something large grab her lure and never look back. She looked stunned as she gazed at the dangling line that was left.
On Monday the north wind was still a bit stiff and we headed to the Goose Island shoreline. We never got a bite there. We tried to find the "pipe", but never did. I found the reef, but it looks as if the pipe has finally rusted away. We then went to the intercoastal at marker 7. We found some small trout there and one not quite big enough red. Finally, at Poverty, we finally got one barely keeper trout. We then went to Jaybird and again nothing there. We tried Long Reef and Half Moon. The water was just too stirred up.
Today we went to Copano. We actually tried the north HEB shoreline first, but got nothing. We tried the reef just on the other side of the causeway, but again no bites. We went around Redfish Point and the water was perfect, but not bites there either. We went to the old bomb site and had a perfect drift, but not bites. We then went to Lap Reef. Immediately, we saw about three acres of mullet at the top of the water and madly evading feeding trout. We could smell the trout and see the mullet.  I have never seen so many mullet at one time. They were in the 6 to 10 inch range so I knew the trout would be big. However, they would not touch my DOA. I'm sure it was hard to find in the thick mullet. Every time I would pop the cork, virtually hundreds of mullet would jump into the air. Finally, Lisa caught a 19 inch trout on a bass assassin. I tried a gold spoon and a die dapper, but never had a bite. Lisa then caught another 19 incher. Brent and I got shut out. We finally went to Turtle Pen to see what was there, but got no bites there either. We then headed back. Altogether we burned 26 gallons of gas for four trout. It always amuses me when people know you went fishing at the coast and they ask, "Did you bring me any fish?" They really don't know the time and effort involved in catching these crafty critters. There were three more nice reds caught in the mitigation site on Saturday night.