Capt. Jeff booked us a trip this past Thursday afternoon. We had 4 gentlemen that wanted to fish two man teams on each boat. A little wager and some friendly competition maybe? Jeff and I work together on most occassions with our game plan to simply put folks on the fish. We have been catching a few redfish pretty consistently in one of the nearby creeks, so we headed that way. I stopped short to try another spot first and landed a 17" red right out of the gate. Jeff passed me and went straight to our original location. Text message shortly followed with a 23" red in the photo. Well, looks like we better move on down there. I pull up short and we watch Jeff land a double header. Myself and crew continue to watch Jeff catch a few more before changing our game plan. I simply slid past Jeff about 50 feet on the down current side of the action. I made three cast and hooked up all three times. We landed the first one, but #2 spit the hook and #3 found an oyster shell. Meanwhile, competition was heating up. Jeff's crew was working on their game plan, backing straight back into our lines cutting us completely off from the bite. Purdy work right there! It was then my crew decided to tell me about the BET. It was which boat could land the most keepers. Well, you can't keep but one redfish per person, so thats not going to get 'r done. Besides, I could tell I wasn't welcomed in this area anymore. We pulled up lines and headed elsewhere. We landed small reds almost everywhere we went, but no keeper fish. We were looking for flounder mostly, but I finally rolled across that black drum hole in my mental rollerdex. I headed that way hoping they were there. Yes sir! We pulled out a hand full of black drum before heading closer to home. I decided to try at the OIB bridge to finish the trip and hopefully find one more red to complete the fish box. We got'em! My crew came up with a game plan to act humbled when we hit the dock to see how much trash talking they would encounter. I loaded our two keeper reds in the net and headed for the cleaning station. Jeff was already cleaning there three keepers making them the clear winners, right? My crew was gettting hammered by the trash talk and I was pleading my case. Well, hang on there just one minute. I think I left something on my boat. I headed back to the fish box to unload our 12 black drum! All Jeff's crew could do at that point was laugh with us. We pulled one out and it surely doesn't always work out that way. It is fishing and you just never now, but a little friendly competition is what keeps us coming back for more! Stay tuned...Jeff embarrassed me at the Jetties on Saturday, maybe he will share that story. I think he even has a photo of me in the background not catching fish! I love it! See ya on the water!
- Capt. Jacob Frick