I met Mr. Beck, his daughter, Donna, and her boyfriend, Mike at 1600 for a sunset/ early evening trip. It was straight for the Pass to find the redfish.
We started drifting and within 10 minutes Donna was hooked up. She was so excited; and so was her Dad.
I know seeing the look on her face was the whole reason he wanted to take her.
I know seeing the look on her face was the whole reason he wanted to take her.
The rest of our drifts were unproductive so we settled onto the anchor to soak some baits. Forty five minutes on anchor was worth no more than 2 catfish; time to move. The Reds didn't want to cooperate, and Mike wanted Donna to try some lure fishing, so off to the Trout hole. As has been usual (fortunately) when we pulled up the fish started biting...and didn't stop until we left. 50 or more white trout fell victim to our offerings over the hour we fished there.
By 1930 it had gotten plenty enough cold for us and we packed it in and headed for home.
Thanks again, Mr. Beck, Donna, and Mike, I hope we get to do it again soon.
Capt. Josh
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