Trout Bums at Large is a monthly column appearing in the Yakima Herald-Republic and the Seattle Times. The column is written by Randal Sumner and Mark Littleton. We will be keeping an archive of these articles on this page.
Redfish Round-up by Randal Sumner 01/26/2010
bought the airline tickets to Atlanta
I was not exactly sold on the trip. However; my wonderful bride, Liz, was
really looking forward to visiting all the Civil War battlefields from Georgia
to Virginia. She is a history
buff with a serious interest in, “The War of Northern Aggression”, as some southerners
refer to it.
Don’t get me wrong, though I like old timey
stuff as much as the next Trout bum and a road trip is always to be savored.
time I realized she was out of the deciding stage and on to the get the
airplane ticket stage I emailed a client and friend, Steve Philips who lives in
North Carolina. Steve has
business in Seattle a week a year
and always spends day fishing with me.
To say Steve exudes Southern charm would be an
insult the folks that brought him up. He is truly a Southern gentleman.
All I wrote was” What are the chances you
could get us a Redfish guide out of Charleston on October 13”, I received a one
word e-mail: DONE, with his cell number. That
is what I like about the few Southerners I have known; they are either in or
out, never “Let me check my Blackberry and I’ll get back to you”, or some other
weak kneed excuse.
full day of our road trip took us to Savanna Georgia,
where we hired a carriage tour of the old city, the weather was warm and our guide
was fabulous. Savanna was established in 1733 and was designed on a square matrix
with small shady parks every other block full of ancient oak trees draped with
Spanish moss and a lot of statues of guys on horseback.
highlight for me was seeing the bench where Forrest Gump was filmed waiting for
the bus with his box of chocolates.
planned to go to Paula Deen’s restaurant for supper (and a stick of butter) but
found our selves out on TybeeIsland
at suppertime. We actually ate at Bubba Deens, Paula’s brother’s restaurant. I
know, it’s confusing, ya’ all.
By the time
we arrived and touredCharlestonSouth Carolina for a couple days I had seen
a seen a lifetimes worth of OLD TIMEY. I mean it is inspiring to say the least,
standing on a porch where General Washington once made a speech, but I needed a
picked me up at the next morning,
the plan was to have breakfast and meet up with our guide at at the Isle of Palms marina.But there was a marathon race going on as we
crossed the bridge to Sullivan’s Island. By the time we finally
got to the restaurant many of the runners were already inside drinking Bloody Marys.
my kind of health nuts. It was so NOT West Coast; you have got to love these
at the marina in plenty of time to meet our guide, Zack. He was about thirty
five looking to be twenty. What is it about fishing guides? Cut the Hollywood ponytail,
Zen Master, hillbilly guide routine, were here to go fishin’.
And fish we did.
out of a beautiful Hells-Bay flats skiff with a 60 horse Yamaha and with a turn
of the key we were flying out of the marina and through the saw grass channels
of the inland waterway.
conditions were perfect, about 85 degrees, no wind and a dropping tide. The
oyster beds were coming up fast in the lowering water like black islands and
the baitfish were boiling all around us. Zack cut the motor and polled into a
saw grass cove about 20 inches deep.
The water color
is a light brown so you have to see either the tails or the wake of the Redfish;
truth is I couldn’t see either at first.
is to get the boat stationed within casting distance without spooking the
Redfish while they are busy churning up the mud bottom looking for shrimp. Then
you calculate your cast with a shrimp imitation to drop in just above and
beside the feeding fish and start stripping the line.
all sounds very straight forward in concept, but these Redfish were really
spooky. During the course of the afternoon we blew several excellent chances, I
think I heard Zack talking to himself a little bit, something about a blind
squirrel and an acorn.
turned out to be an excellent guide, as with all guiding his job is to simply provide
opportunity, Steve and I had to make the argument.
and I had a great afternoon catching Redfish and finding some common ground;
north or south east or west.