After our 3-mi paddle, first-light at Little Cut was everything promised - the bait were running into each other, the tide flow was so strong it created eddies. Redfish were rolling on the surface like tarpon. Tony was catching ladyfish on his fly rod, and right off, Lou caught three 14-inch snook.
Friday was an amazing day in many ways, and a strange day for me - I just couldn't bring a fish to hand. Whatever the reds were rolling on, I couldn't match the hatch. YoZuri wake bait made the exact pattern of the bait in the cut, no takers. The smallest thing I brought was 3" Z-man on 1/8-oz Texas eye jighead. Every cast, the little snook attacked it, and my couple of hook-ups shook me off.
As always on our favorite drill, when the pass quieted about 9 am, we moved back onto Estes to drift fish. Wind was SSW, the cloud cover and threat of rain made an extremely pleasant morning. For most of the morning, rained all around us and never on us. I hooked a solid red that hauled me too close to an anchored boat and a good bitching out - and the fish came unhooked right at the boat - my story for all of Friday.
Lou described a 24" flounder he brought to the boat, and it finally came unhooked.
About 11 am it looked like the rain was finally going to catch us, Tony and I retreated to Sandy Point for food and beer. Sure enough, we got sheets of heavy rain with a 30-kt gale, and watched Lou disappear up Trout Bayou.
Strangest thing, our pleasant morning disappeared with that squall.
As soon as the cloud passed, the flat turned to dead calm and brutal sun.
We made one last foray to the duck blinds, where I brought two more redfish to the boat, but no farther, and this little fella was my only fish to handle on Friday.
Friday was Lou's day, with a slot red and a keeper trout.
Dinner Friday night was Los Comales.
BTW, the mangroves on Talley Is. were sprouting green shoots - they're going to come back from the freeze damage. 
