My friend and I drove down on Sunday and fished the intracoastal for a few hours. He caught two flounder. I had two decent fish break off. Well, we went over to the harbor to fillet those fish in the evening and ran into two locals who absolutely SLAYED 'em. They had a beautiful limit of trout/reds - all from the bank. Said they came from the beach and even told me the exact spot where they caught 'em. Said everyone else had been catching them as good as they were. That got me a little excited.

Monday morning we woke up a little late (no alarm) and fished the pier/jetty. We had nothing but a few small bites for about an hour... and then I have a really big fish on. I'm guessing it was probably a bull red and I've got it on my '10 tica heavy action rod so I thought I'd be good and I was for a few minutes until that fish got close to the rocks and poof... it was gone. My powerpro must've touched a rock. So disappointing. That was the best fish of the day. We did have a few small sand trout but that was about it.

Tues am - we wake up really early and get to the jetty just around the time the sun started to come up. The water already was pretty rough and I managed a cute little 28 inch (or so) hammerhead on cut mullet and a trout. My friend had nada. We decided to go over to the intracoastal for a couple of hours. He lost a couple of fish. I had a small speck hit a topwater and come off then I had a keeper speck swallow a live mullet and get off just as I almost had it in my hand. That wasn't where the excitement ended. About an hour later, I see this massive tail wave in the murky water we were fishing. Oh boy, all I had tied on at the time was a sea shad. I made a good pitch, twitched it a little and waited and that fin disappeared... and that was it. That fish disappeared and I never saw it again. Oh well...

Got back on the road towards Austin at noon and made it home by 330. Pretty nice drive. Too bad we never found those schools of reds and trout those guys stumbled on.