Did get to some new water. Saw a lot of gar. Lots of wading birds. Got to hold 3 little redfish. Made a few casts at sighted fish, got one good take on an Avalon Permit fly, but set the hook too soon. Water was muddy, pretty low, and falling.
I was way up a very narrow bayou chock full of oyster shell. I thought the shell, tiny channel and low water would keep the boats out. I was wrong. Thankfully, I staked out at the very edge of the channel. I had just made a cast and heard the boat coming fast. I stripped like mad to get the line in so the boat wouldn't run over it. He came by about 15 feet off my starboard side. Everything was as it should be. I glad I followed my discipline of staying out of the middle of a channel. There wouldn't have been time to move if I had staked in the middle. It wasn't the boat's fault coming along like that. The spot was so shallow he was obligated to stay on a plane. I just couldn't believe he came in there. The bayou winds around inland for a few miles beyond that point. He yelled " I'm sorry" and again about an hour later when he motored by on the way out. I just waved. Stay sharp out there.