It’s been a long and harried week that – the kind that could lead a person to transport a finicky printer out to a field and destroy it gangsta style with a baseball bat. Instead, the Professor suggested we play hooky on this gorgeous Friday morning and chase redfish over in the Mississippi marsh for a few hours.
So we chucked the to do list, shoved the TPS reports to the trashcan, had a blended Johnny Paycheck-Office Space moment, and took to the water.
We launched at 8am. I was hooked up by 8:15 am.
Whoo hoo! TGIF! Instant celebration!
Order the potato skins fully loaded baby. In fact I think I am going to name this non-descript, highly-effective saltwater fly the ‘Loaded Potato Skins’. Like a crowd of drunk co-workers who’ve taken happy hour well into the evening on multiple shots and a few rounds of white russians, these redfish simply couldn’t resist the TGIF Loaded Potato Skins fly pattern.
We saw several redfish, had shots, made shots, missed shots. This was the smallest of the three I caught but without question the most fun to watch. I was sight casting to all three and saw each of them take, but there was something about this fish that was especially fun. It had extra flair.
My third fish snuck up on us so I had to do a little flea flicker cast behind me and he devoured it. No fork, no knife. No napkin in his lap. Just pounced on it with greasy reckless abandon. I am going to start chumming with bacon bits, then hit them with the ‘Loaded Potato Skins’.
I tried my hand at push poling so the Professor could have a shot. But I need some more practice there – not to mention the sun was getting high in the sky and the fish a little too spooky. So we clocked back into reality just in time for lunch. Not a bad way to escape for the morning…
Happy Friday everyone.