Surf fishing means many things to many people. Today, for me it meant grab the 8/9 weight Short Stix fly Rod and a couple of 9” x 4” boxes of flies. Drive over to Quintana and look at the water.
The water was sandy, at least in close. Offshore, it looked like Bermuda. The wind was pretty benign and something like out of the east. Wind from the east, Fish bite the least. Drove the beach not seeing much. Decided to stop and fish a gut that looked better than the rest.
Really quickly, I get a good take. Not ready. Try again. Try and succeed if a 15” trout means success. Any fish, excluding ladyfish, are a success for me. Take a photo, try again. I got a good take and run, but put too much pressure on the fish and it came off. %@#$&@ it, it happens.
Get another take, but this one is quick and done. I’ve waded about 100-150 yards of gut 4-5 times by now. If there’s gold here, I can’t find it.
Pulled up stakes and headed off to another place. Danced around with another wader staying about 100 yards apart for a time. We quit about the same time and compared notes. He hadn’t seen a fly guy out there. We have both liked pink lately. He caught some good fish earlier in the week, but this afternoon was a bust. I headed on home at 5:00ish and saw him stop and try another spot.
It’s the searching that’s fun. Catching is fun too.
