Got to spend a couple days this week at the Crane House on St. Charles Bay, with a nice mix of business and pleasure. Matt D. came out Thursday and worked up some map data for a prescribed fire plan and we decided we wouldn't be doing the property justice if we didn't check on the aquatic resources as well. Aaron P was also able to join us, a nice break from dealing with prairie chickens on a nearly daily basis. So, off we headed into the bay that evening around 5:30. I took Matt to the same place Kurt J. and I had done well at back in June (see Shandee's blog). We started getting into the redfish right off the bat, about 30 yards off of a marsh drain that empties into a large grass flat. And just like the previous score, white seemed to be the go to color on plastics. Needless to say, Matt, Aaron and I really enjoyed the evening and I ended up with these 3 nice slots. Matt, another eager but maybe not seasoned coastal angler lost a nice red via the hand drop method and caught several other undersized fish. We went back to the house and cleaned the redfish, deciding the best use for the fresh fish would be in the preparation of a batch of ceviche by Matt's lovely wife Cathy so we could attempt a second iteration of this Friday evening. Dad came in and kept me company at the Crane House Thurday night and we planned on getting into the fish again Friday morning. A beautiful but mosquito filled morning proved to again be DejaVu from our June trip, with the previous evening's redfish either not there or not interested in our offerings. We gave up after getting into the schoolie trout for a while. Friday evening Matt and Cathy again joined us and Shandee brought the boys over for the duration of our Crane House stay. No fish stories to 
speak of from our Friday evening trip, other than Cathy's solid schooling of Matt and I as she caught the only fish of the evening. We enjoyed some great fellowship and the bounty from the previous day's catch thanks to Cathy's superb ceviche. Warren U. showed up and we decided to try some of our Rockport floundering haunts that night and Griff, Sam and I had an enjoyable Saturday morning on the water--but you will have to read my next blog.
speak of from our Friday evening trip, other than Cathy's solid schooling of Matt and I as she caught the only fish of the evening. We enjoyed some great fellowship and the bounty from the previous day's catch thanks to Cathy's superb ceviche. Warren U. showed up and we decided to try some of our Rockport floundering haunts that night and Griff, Sam and I had an enjoyable Saturday morning on the water--but you will have to read my next blog.
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