So this past weekend I had a chance to get out on the water with two friends, Baron (3B Fly Charters) and Jarid (JM Fly Fishing). Since I moved to Houston, Baron and I have gotten to fish together frequently and he’s one of the best anglers that I know and fish with. Oddly enough, even though I met Jarid about five years ago when we were both living in south Louisiana, we had never fished together so I was pretty stoked to get out with him and Baron both. I knew with two great anglers on my skiff, we would be in for an epic day.
Our plan was to get out for a half day and try to whack some fish and then head back to Jarid’s family’s house for a fish fry with the spoils of our outing. We met at Jarid’s in the morning and crushed some scrumptious breakfast tacos Jarid had picked up to start the day. I was already liking Jarid’s style and I immediately knew two things. One was that we would definitely fish well together and the other was that he must take his Mexican breakfast experience to the next level. Little did Jarid know of the rich sustenance in which Baron and I indulge at the start of each of our fishing trips. We launched the skiff and rode out through West Bay and it was time for us all to bring our Mexican breakfast to a higher level. Of what do I speak, you might ask? That’s right, I speak of none other than the 25oz bud light chelada. Yes, the bold, full bodied beer bloody mary with just the right amount of clamato twang is a staple in our fishing diet, giving us the strength to pole and fish the flats all day in any condition that mother nature might throw at us. We popped open our cheladas and Jarid quickly gave his approval. And thus with the strong nutrient of Mexican breakfast filling our bellies, the tone of the day had been set. With a new energy and and a healthy buzz we made our way into the marsh in search of redfish.
We rode deeper into the marsh, killed the motor and Baron started poling an area that I’m not entirely familiar with. Jarid inched forward towards the bow of the skiff and said “there are schools of redfish here, I can hear them”. I thought to myself yes, that’s the type of optimism I like to surround myself with on the water and I shared in his optimism, especially following our excellent breakfast, that we would find many fish in the marsh that day. Ahh yes, the redfish are calling… I day dreamed and sunk into thoughts of schools of redfish sucking down our flies. Then as I saw Jarid look around and say “over there” and point over 100 yards to the other side of the marsh lake I realized that he was not just day dreaming of schools of redfish. “Yeah, I see the shrimp popping”. He had actually heard a school of redfish on the other side of the marsh. Now was this the result of a sixth, super sense or fish sense if you will? Or possibly the consequence of an epic Mexican breakfast involving tacos and cheladas, yielding strength to an already strong sense of hearing and sight? That is the question I chose to pose to on this blog today because I cannot answer it. While I have experienced the awesome power of a chelada early in the morning, my senses have never been so heightened that I could sense the presence of schools of redfish hundreds of feet away. All I can say is that it was one of the most impressive things I have ever seen. Baron pushed the boat as quickly as he could as Jarid pointed out what neither of us could see or hear yet and then when we reached within 40 yards we saw what Jarid had long ago sensed. Shrimp were popping as a school of 6 or so redfish chomped down the shore line. I threw the fly out in front of the school and waited for them to approach but then wait, something happened and they veered off course and I was not in the strike zone. I tried to turn quickly to fire off another cast and then Jarid said, don’t worry, another bigger school is coming. I wheeled around and another school was approaching down the same shoreline, chomping and with shrimp popping in front of them. Jeez, this guy’s fish sense is ridiculous. Baron positioned the boat and I fired a shot just ahead of the school this time not wanting to miss the opportunity and hooked up with a nice marsh fish immediately.
All in all it was a great day on the water topped off by an awesome fish fry with great company. Z came over, we fried fish, played frisbee and enjoyed the rest of a beautiful day. Jarid’s family’s hospitality and cooking were amazing and while I have a tremendous amount to reflect on an be thankful for in that day, my mind keeps going back to dwell on just one thing… Was it a sixth sense or do I need to start pounding more cheladas?