The flood tides are here to stay and the venerable redfish is again making it's pilgrimage onto the flats to irreverently wave it's golden tail at onlooking fisherman drooling at the chance of tossing a small crab fly within reach.
Well, here in Charleston, they're on the flats but still being the sneaky bast**ds they so love to be. We recently released our new Pusherman hooded sunshirt (you can find it here) and took the opportunity to get on the water and create some new content. That conveniently lined up well with the ongoing flood tides!
The weather here has been rough recently, but hey, you take what you can get. We made our way out and started perusing one of our local redfish hangouts. The gist of things is we had a few of our regular shots, but nothing to write home about. We decided it was time to pack up and head out as the tide was starting to wane. Making one last ditch effort, we slowly motored past one last flat hoping to hook up with a buzzer beater.
As we were about to give up hope, we saw one of the devil's creations casually bobbing up and down across a deeper edge of the flat; it was a popping cork. We observed the cork for a moment, figuring we'd do Mother Nature a favor and pick it out of the water, when we saw it take a dive for the depths. Oh yeah, Mr. Fishy was there to play! Alex hopped on the bow and made a few quick casts at the cork. A nice casual strip set into a tangled mess of braid and BAM! you've got yourself a redfish on popping cork on fly!
Talk about a healthy fish. Popping cork or not, this sucker wanted a fight. After a few minutes of back and forth, we boated the fish to find a double whammy. Not only did we save this fish from death by popping cork, but he was tagged too.
If there's one thing that's true about fly fishing, no two days are ever the same. Did we expect to be casting to a cork with a fish on it? No. But was it a hell of a good time? Absolutely.