The next day I went looking for crawdads in the creek down the street. I was hoping to use some for bait, but they were nowhere to be found. But I did find something else. I went back home, grabbed my flyrod and had a good time sight casting to these little guys.
Gotta love those colors
Planning my next trip got me excited. Everything was packed and ready for the 3am departure. All antsy and excited, I felt like a little kid. Tossing and turning, thoughts of what could happen... oh the possibilities.
The Eastern Shore greeted me with an amazing sunrise and light winds. Long story short, I looked for bull reds, chummed for cobia, and dropped clam bits for spades and sheeps. I saw none and caught none. An extremely long paddle in some new areas yielded small grey trout, sand perch, croaker and black sea bass... disappointing to say the least but at least I tried and learned a little about the new location. My last ditch effort just before sunset had me jigging for flounder near the launch area. That saved the day... 21", 20", 16" and 14".