Fish in the Freezer and on the Grille
Although it was a bit chilly and somewhat bumpy on the water, the charter trip yielded six of us campers (Bob, George, Jerry, Jim, Marlo and me) our limit of four Snappers per person and one Red Drum that came home with me -- though George had caught it but, didn't want to keep it. I used my Texas "tag" to keep him and fed some of it to the twins and me last night.
We travelled some 34 miles northward up the coast to some gas rigs that dotted the 9 mile limit of Texas waters which allowed us to keep our limit of Snappers since they were caught in Texas waters. It took about an hour and a half to get to the first pumping rig and that is where George caught the first and biggest Snapper of the day and the Red Drum -- no one else got any bites so, we moved over to one of the larger rigs that looked to be occupied. The fish were showing up on the sonar but, they didn't seem to want to bite on anything we dropped down to them.
After we hit the second of the larger rigs and again had no bites, the captain (Jim Anderson) took us south to a more distant rig and when we arrived, there was another smaller boat with four guys tied up to the west side of the rig. Our captain took us to the opposite side of the rig and as we maneuvered in that direction, we could see that the other boat had just brought up a couple nice sized Red Snappers to the side. Soon after dropping our lines, the action heated up and within an hour we had caught our limit of 24 nice Red Snappers.
As it turned out, the water temperature at this last rig was about 7 degrees warmer and that is probably why the fish were more active and aggressive enough to start feeding on our bait. I had worn my rubber/cloth fishing gloves and was thankful I had done so because of the blisters on left hand (from using that pump the previous two mornings to suck Gulf shrimp from the beach). I think I caught five or six fish and my left hand and arms were pretty sore from the fun of bringing those beauties up to the boat (it was about 60 or 65 feet of water and we fished the bottom).
The Redfish had been nicked slightly by one of our outboard motors and I think that and the idea of having more fish for Tiger and Molly (and myself) made the decision to keep him easier -- and the fact my fishing results have not been too good. The way the action started so poorly, I had fears my "luck" might rub off on this trip but, thankfully that wasn't the case this time. I forgot to mention that I did catch a sea trout at one of the spots (maybe the 2nd or 3rd spot) but, it was kind of bizarre as the fish was not hooked and instead was more or less "lassoed" in the monifilament leader with the hook and bait wrapped around its tail. Texas style fishing, you might say.
The WiFi connection here still seems to be overwhelmed with users (even at 2:10 in the a.m.) so, I can't seem to get a picture to upload (showing our catch and some of the guys).
We travelled some 34 miles northward up the coast to some gas rigs that dotted the 9 mile limit of Texas waters which allowed us to keep our limit of Snappers since they were caught in Texas waters. It took about an hour and a half to get to the first pumping rig and that is where George caught the first and biggest Snapper of the day and the Red Drum -- no one else got any bites so, we moved over to one of the larger rigs that looked to be occupied. The fish were showing up on the sonar but, they didn't seem to want to bite on anything we dropped down to them.
After we hit the second of the larger rigs and again had no bites, the captain (Jim Anderson) took us south to a more distant rig and when we arrived, there was another smaller boat with four guys tied up to the west side of the rig. Our captain took us to the opposite side of the rig and as we maneuvered in that direction, we could see that the other boat had just brought up a couple nice sized Red Snappers to the side. Soon after dropping our lines, the action heated up and within an hour we had caught our limit of 24 nice Red Snappers.
As it turned out, the water temperature at this last rig was about 7 degrees warmer and that is probably why the fish were more active and aggressive enough to start feeding on our bait. I had worn my rubber/cloth fishing gloves and was thankful I had done so because of the blisters on left hand (from using that pump the previous two mornings to suck Gulf shrimp from the beach). I think I caught five or six fish and my left hand and arms were pretty sore from the fun of bringing those beauties up to the boat (it was about 60 or 65 feet of water and we fished the bottom).
The Redfish had been nicked slightly by one of our outboard motors and I think that and the idea of having more fish for Tiger and Molly (and myself) made the decision to keep him easier -- and the fact my fishing results have not been too good. The way the action started so poorly, I had fears my "luck" might rub off on this trip but, thankfully that wasn't the case this time. I forgot to mention that I did catch a sea trout at one of the spots (maybe the 2nd or 3rd spot) but, it was kind of bizarre as the fish was not hooked and instead was more or less "lassoed" in the monifilament leader with the hook and bait wrapped around its tail. Texas style fishing, you might say.
The WiFi connection here still seems to be overwhelmed with users (even at 2:10 in the a.m.) so, I can't seem to get a picture to upload (showing our catch and some of the guys).
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