Fishing at 2 pm at the end of July in Texas doesn't make a whole lot of sense. I admit it, the fish are pretty much stunned by the heat and not biting. But I was in it for the challenge.
Sure enough, it was pretty slow going. Still, after a few minutes there was a tug on the line and out came a medium Perch, too big to use as Striper bait but a catch nonetheless. After that?
Not much until a Black Drum decided to attack the line, a fierce little beast and followed up by another, larger cousin.
Good action, all things considered, and then the water grew quiet in the heat haze, with the exception of a mighty Perch which I used as bait for the ferocious Striper.
They weren't having it, so I packed up and headed for home before the air caught fire, noting a curious message on the way.
Fish on,
LSP
