Trophy Sea Trout Hang With Redfish

I vividly recall my first speeding ticket. Back then, I thought if I waited as long as possible and presented it to my father at just the right moment, time and mood might make for less of an impact on my allowance. I adopted a similar strategy as my dad and I raced across the bay in a shotgun-start trophy-trout tournament. He looked increasingly uneasy as we zipped past several groups of gulls working over obvious seatrout schools. As I drove and he helplessly gripped the console handrail, my confession loomed. "We are not fishing those birds - we're going to fish a shoreline and search for redfish and hope for a couple of big trout with them," I said. My father shook his head in disbelief while looking back at the surface-busting trout. This had better work, or I would have some serious explaining to do. A Set SceneUpon arrival at ...