A Texas Drum at Redfish Bay
April 9, 2019: Today I paddled out for the third day in a row, an unbroken string of sunny skies and bearable winds. Yesterday was almost prime, though the water clarity was still off from the last northern. After almost 4 months in Texas, hoping for a chance to sight fish to reds, I finally had a shot. A massive fish lazily drifted towards me, nosing up clouds in the mud. I saw it so far out, I…


















