Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
I like fishing.
Yet I have never fished a salt water marsh.
Remember the fella in the previous post that hosted that crawdad boil? That's Herk. Captain Herk. He charters fishing trips for a living. It's incredibly convenient to have the Captain living directly across the street from your hosts.
So - one morning a number of us get-up at dawn and pile into the boat and head-out.
We motor - full tilt - for about forty minutes or so until we arrive at our destination. A shallow-water estuary with scattered grass islands.
And a few oil platforms in the distance.
We're fishing for speckled trout and red fish.
The technique involves chucking live baits towards the grassy islands and performing a jerk-and-slow-retrieve.
I chucked a pile of bait and things were slow - for me anyway.
The women-folk cleaned-up.
Get a load of my daughter's red fish-
And my wife's red fish.
And my wife's flounder.
If I wasn't so firmly secure in my manliness I might almost be shamed by my spouse's fishing prowess.
She firmly established herself and the camp's premier angler catching a red fish, speckled trout and a flounder.
The Cajun Trifecta.
Then to clinch the deal she topped-it-off with a catfish and a sting ray.
Moving-on we located a flock of sea birds on the water.
Sea birds = bait fish which usually means bigger fish in the vicinity.
With each cast I got a hit on the retrieve.
Trout after trout after trout.
There was no way I was giving-up my spot on the stern.
We filled the ice chest with 35 speckled trout and another half-dozen red fish.
An altogether nice day of salt water marsh fishing.
Coming soon - The Blue Crab Shuffle.
Courtesy of Captain Herk - more pictures here...