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With a cool front scheduled to pass through late Friday night, I opted to fish Friday afternoon rather than playing in the North wind Saturday. High tide in Nueces Bay had been early morning and I hoped it would be rushing out and giving me an easy time spotting fish. What I got instead was a good breeze and higher water than I planned on. The tide was slowly dropping, but the levels were high even after lunch. Not one to complain, I set out just after lunch to find some fish. Since it would be several hours before the projected heavy feed, I went ahead and paddled North across most of the marsh, watching shores carefully as I went. Redfish are a lot like college aged guys. There are always a few up and looking for a snack, even when it's not meal time. A mile and a half into the marsh I found a few frat brothers poking through the grass. I eased quietly to within 15' and it only took one cast to hook a good fish. The bait was eaten by an unseen fish beside my target, who had been cruising just out of view in the murk. He was a good one at nearly 27". Once that guy was in the bag I kept paddling and it was nearly three more hours before I spotted the next group. The sun was beginning to get low in the sky and on a string of islands beside a drainage I found what looked like four fish quietly moving along. Most of the time there were no signs of their presence, but as I was passing that shoreline one got close to the surface and made a wake long enough to draw my attention. I couldn't see them, but when shrimp jumped out of the water I knew where to cast. The line came tight and number two came aboard. I began to work back toward the truck and came around a corner to see a group working along ahead of me. I caught up and got beside them before casting. Yep, these were hungry too, and I had a limit on board. I was enjoying the exercise as I made my way back, and as I eased down the last shoreline before the portage site, I noticed a small bulge in the water followed by a shrimp jumping. I flicked the bait out and eased it back towards me and the fish hit hard. Once the bonus fish was released I stowed the lines and just paddled to get back before dark. I hadn't brought the all around light, and didn't want to find out if any motorboats would be in the river once it got dark. It all worked out and I got to the truck 10 minutes before dark, having paddled 11 miles. Now I wouldn't feel bad about doing other chores on Saturday while the North wind blew.

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Got 'em!

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