The sun and the moon aligned, but, sadly, the stars did not.
This week’s spring tide - the exaggerated tidal ebbs and flows caused when sun and moon fall in line and compound gravitational forces - pushed waters higher into some of our favorite grass flats than they'd been all year. We waded those tufted edges, along seldom-submerged wildlife trails, chased clattering crabs in all directions, and hoped for some solid chances at tailing reds.
It wasn’t to be.
The one good fish we saw slipped away as Troy and I
But a weekday spent walkin’ shin-deep salt waters, even with a pre-dawn start, beats the bejeezus out of one spent doing most anything else, fish or no, so there’s no complaining here.
We just need to work on them stars.
And our manners.
6 comments:
Great pics as always Mike!!
You need to fish the Salmon runs at Pulaski and learn some nawthern manners. That'll get you first cast every time.
Beautiful pictures.
Thanks Seth!
And combat fishin' ain't my thing, Steve. I'll stick with the genteel South and miss a fish or two. Y'all come back now. Ya hear?
Is that the big bridge on the causeway? If so, I was in a kayak nearby. One redfish, no specs
That first picture is beautiful. What's this salt you're talking about anyway?
That's not the big bridge out of Swansboro, John, but you're in the general neighborhood. We did see one 'yak, though. Perhaps it was you. Nice day, Monday, despite the forecasts.
Thanks, Howard! And the salt is what you need to take a grain of before reading anything I write. :-)
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