-By Rich Miller
Friday afternoon my wife, my little boy, and I were packed in the truck and heading to Edisto Island for the weekend. They were going to hang out on the beach while my buddy Mark, his father Bobby, and I were going to try to get some revenge on the reds that put it on me last month. I couldn’t wait until we got there. Mark kept calling me last weekend telling me that I should be there and all about the fish he was catching.
As we were getting closer to the island on Friday the skies were looking darker, and by the time we hit the little town of Ravenel the clouds unloaded on us. It was raining so hard we had to slow to a crawl. When we finally arrived at Mark’s, the storms were still in the area and they hung around until dark. The storms had knocked us out of an afternoon of fishing.
Saturday morning, we were easing the boat off of the trailer as the sun was starting to make its daily appearance. The wind was blowing out of the south and seemed to be blowing hard, as it normally does down there. We started off at one of Mark’s hot spots that we call Big Buck Point. We call it that because the first time he and his dad fished there a big buck ran across the marsh and came right by them.
The week before Mark had caught several fish at Big Buck Point and it is usually a productive area. As we started fishing, I think it was Mark’s second cast, he caught a flounder. Even though it wasn’t big enough to keep, it gave us a positive start. As the day went on the water kept getting dingier until it turned just plain muddy. We were not sure why it was so muddy. We didn’t know if it was the wind or the incoming tide, but we couldn’t get the fish to do anything.
After moving around a few times we were able to find some water that was a little clearer. By this time the tide had come in and we were looking for fish tailing in the grass while feeding on fiddler crabs. The water was clearer at this place but the wind was still blowing, and that made it difficult to see the fish. After poling around for nearly an hour we spotted several fish feeding and tried to get as close to them as possible. After making several cast to them they just disappeared and we never saw another fish.
Determined not to let the fish get the best of us we were back on the water Sunday morning bright and early. We didn’t go back to Big Buck Point because the wind was blowing hard again. We opted for a spot that we thought might be protected from the wind with hopes that the water might not be so muddy.
We were fishing an incoming tide and the water was just starting to get up on the oyster banks when I caught a flounder that was about 16-inches, and finally the monkey was off of my back. After I landed the flounder the fishing turned on. Bobby caught a trout and I had another flounder on, but this one came off right at the boat. Not too long after that Mark caught a keeper redfish and before lunch we had caught several more reds that were keepers and a couple more that were too big to keep.
Now isn’t this our luck? The fish were really eating it up Sunday and we didn’t have very long to fish because Bobby and I had a long drive back to Anderson ahead of us.
As the tide started getting into the grass, we left this spot and ran back to where we could see the fish tailing. When we pulled up, the wind died down and the water was clear. We spotted a few fish but they spooked as soon as we cast to them. We started heading out to the point where we had seen the fish tailing on Saturday and I was just blindly casting along the edge of the grass when I had a monster red come out of the grass and inhale my Yum Money Minnow swim bait. It was on! As we got him in the boat we knew right away that he was way too big to keep, and while I was releasing him, Bobby made a cast in the same little area. As soon as his bait hit the water it was inhaled by an 18-inch red that was a keeper.
By this time our wives were waiting on us to load the cars and hit the road so we headed to the landing feeling pretty good about our live well full of fish, especially after the kind of day we had on Saturday.
It is amazing how different the fish can be in just one day. The good thing is that we had some fish to bring home on this trip. It would have been a long ride home knowing that I had spent another weekend down there and still had not caught a fish. Not to mention I would have had to listen to Mark and Bobby tell me how I brought them bad luck. Instead, in the closing hours of the trip I got what I had driven down there for, a little “redfish redemption”!