The only thing that can ruin a fishing trip in the marsh besides rain is too much wind coming from the wrong direction. The NW wind, along with the falling tide, pushed the water out of the marsh way too fast. There were places we had to use the trolling motor to get in and out of due to shallow, muddy conditions. We saw a few reds here and there, but nothing like the big numbers my host saw in the same spots the evening before.
D.R. did manage to snag the fist red of the morning, and a gorgeous fish it was!
After a while of fruitless trolling, though, we had to change the game plan. While D.R. was tending to his engine, I took advantage of the new spring growth, bursting forth with seemingly no memory at all of the previous fall flood.
I was on the lookout for my favorite and the state’s wildflower–the Louisiana wild iris.
The first one I sighted sat alone, poised on the edge of purple glory.
And then this sight brought me sheer delight–Iris Island!
Over half of the island was still waiting to break out in purple blooms.
And then this beauty blew its goodbye on the NW breeze as we departed for fishier waters.
Sometimes, you just have to use your fish brains, think like a fish, and go with the flow.
This morning, the flow was a fast falling tide through a dam, where several wading birds were already having breakfast.
This snowy egret was hoping we were just passing by, but we decided to stay at this dam and see if the fish were biting.
And they were. We finished off catching 10 reds. Five keepers and 5 throwbacks.
And I leave you with one last image . . . my favorite of the trip . . .
Enjoying life in the Louisiana wetland!