It was just one of those days. We went to three different spots and found no shortage of redfish. Redfish in tight-knit schools of 20-30 fish; redfish packed into creek fingerlings so tight their backs were out of the water; redfish cruising up and down grassy banks flashing their gold and white bellies. All had one thing in common: they did not want our flies. We went through every pattern in the box, even the flies hardly ever even touched but to no avail. But at the end of the charter it was all worthwhile, as a healthy redfish charged and finally inhaled our fly!
-Capt. Geoff Bennett