I had my last scheduled snook wade fishing trip for the year with Rick Pipen. The tides were falling so I decided to check out a spot I had not fished since the tides became really high. We started off on top and had some decent action but it produced no snook. After many rat reds and a few keeper trout we moved to our next location. The tides dropped considerably but the water was clear. We worked an area where bait was being busted by crusing reds. I landed a nice one and Rick had a few undersized ones. Against the shoreline the reds were thick. And many were getting so close to me that I attempted to poke one with the end of my rod. I called Rick over to experience some of this action, we saw a few more and then it turned off like a light switch. I then decided to try the spoil banks near the Causeway but no bait to speak of so we left. And after a trying a few more spots we decided to try and find Rick’s brand new pair of Costa Del Mar sunglasses which he had lost the evening before wade fishing a flat. Well, he found them and it was like if he had caught a big snook, finding his lost glasses made his day. I told him there was one more place where he could have a shot at a snook but it was fishing structure. He said let’s go for it. As we got there I cut the engine and Rick made about ten casts and then it was on. A snook in the high twenties lashed on to his plastic bait. The drag kept screaming, so I rushed to turn on the engine and follow it but the unthinkable occurred. The snook busted the line that definitely hurt. We continued working the area landing a couple of reds and even a jack fish but the snook were no where to be found. So we called it a day and headed for the dock with a sense of gratitude of what the day had brought us.
Tight Lines,
Capt. Ernest Cisneros