I had no energy whatsoever, nearly (and actually once) passing out from normal chores. My immune system was so depleted that normal colds were turning into bronchitis. I barely made it through ICAST because my legs were so weak I was constantly finding a chair to sit down. I made countless visits to many different specialists, and went through many sleepless nights wondering what their test results would show. After a lengthy process, I was diagnosed two weeks ago with Lupus. I finally had some answers.
At the beginning of the week, I made a pact with myself. I said, “If I feel good all week, I’ll go out Saturday and see just how well I’m doing. Just a short trip just to see what kind of progress I have made in the few shorts weeks it has been since I started my treatments for this disorder.” So I called my buddies up and wouldn’t you know it, they all had plans for the day. Well, I wasn’t going to go by myself, so I thought, “I may have to postpone the trip.” That’s when my good friend Rik texted me and said to meet him at 7am at a local gas station. We would be fishing the mythical “Cow Creek”. I arrived early and found Rik already there, so we waited for Rik’s brother, Todd, to show up. Once Todd arrived, it was off down some rough and twisting roads to our launch spot. Now it would have been good enough just to get out on the water - catching a fish would have been a bonus - but the fish gods had something else planned for us.
Greeted by a foggy and still morning, it started out a bit slow. We saw some tailers working along the grass edges, but they were really spooky and turned down all offerings we showed them. However, we did catch some of the most orange colored redfish I have seen in a long time. They took Heddon “Super Spook Jr” topwaters worked along the grass edges.
And then it was like someone rang the dinner bell as the snook showed up and complete mayhem ensued. I have had good days on the water before, but I can’t remember a day like this in a very, very long time. For a couple hours straight, cast after cast the snook were busting our Spook Jrs. It was unreal.
Fishing a top water lure, you get more misses than hookups, but I think that’s half the fun of it. There is nothing like seeing a snook bust your lure straight up in the air, time after time again. What they lacked in size, they more than made up for it in aggressiveness.
And just like that, it was over. The tide stopped, what little wind we had stopped and most importantly, the fish stopped, but what a day to make a return to the water! Facing the possibility of maybe never getting back in the kayak, it was a real special day. Many thanks to Todd and Rik for sharing it with me.
Until next time…