Do you even slay?

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I laugh every time I see that. It is hilarious. When I say it, it is meant as a joke. Do you even slay, bro? But seriously? When I do something I commit. I give it my all. I get over excited sometimes. I am sure my husband was slightly annoyed when I woke him up (just kidding hunnie) by making more noise than necessary while getting dressed Saturday to go fishing. My hubby is in the end of his firefighter training. He works very hard and is an active father to a very active little girl. He was tired, but I was READY to fish. I do need to learn how to help get things ready. All in due time. It was still dark and high tide wasn’t until 3pm, so it wasn’t necessary to get up. I was just ready. We weren’t sure where to go because we haven’t heard any good reports. The weather has been crazy here in North Florida. There is zero consistency. We can go from Winter to Spring in a day. I am confused and so are the fish.

Pelican friend.

Pelican friend.

We got on the road and he decided on the way. I just knew that I wanted to go salt water. I know some people think I am crazy with a well known bass lake in our backyard, but I love salt water. It is different. There is another type of excitement when we go to the coast. You just never know what you will get. Fresh, you can be pretty sure it will be a bass. At least that is what we go for and always get. I love the thrill of mystery and adventure in the ocean. Travis decided to go to Ochlocknee Bay. It is the Gulf Coast off 98. We go to the beach there often, but I had never fished in a boat there. It was a gorgeous day, but a little colder than I had hoped. I know I will be complaining about the heat in no time, but I was ready to wear my swimsuit. I had it on, it just didn’t get warm enough.

Low tide.

Low tide.

Our first spot was off a cove created by oysters. It looked right. We were using live shrimp and he was throwing artificial. {I only have one rod right now. I had two, but my first rod broke. So down to one for now.} We also had some tiny fiddler crabs they were selling at the bait & tackle store. So, with three lines in the water we felt good. After twenty minutes, I did not feel so good! I still get really impatient if nothing is happening. Not even a hit or a nibble. I told him we had to move in ten minutes if nothing happened. So, ten minutes later we moved about twenty feet, around the oyster cove to moving water. First cast, my line was barely wet and it was jerked under water! I knew it was a trout! I also knew it wasn’t a very big trout, but with the pace we have had lately I was excited. I love how trout move with the line. They almost dance with it. I made sure Travis took a picture because I just wasn’t sure if we would get anything else and I wanted evidence! His line was next. We went back and forth like this for about an hour. It was a blast! We were giddy with excitement. They weren’t huge, but most of them were right under slot. Travis did get a pretty decent sized one! We didn’t stop to take pictures or keep them, of course. It got to a point where you thought your bait had come off if your cork didn’t go under immediately. It is funny what moving twenty feet can do. It was all about positioning today. We ran out of shrimp and had to stop. That is when you know you had a great day! I guess I am spoiled though, I wanted more and I wanted monster.

Trout slayin.

Trout slayin.

We decided to go to the bridge with a small cut up trout to see if we could lure the beast from the depths. Travis showed me how to hold my rod and feel for the fish. I am a cajun thunder, poppin cork kinda girl and get nervous when I have to free line. When he was preparing our lines I saw a dolphin surface right next to the boat. Of course I screamed, “DOLPHIN!” Travis says I have to stop doing that. I get it. I love seeing them, very hard to photograph! I was the first to feel a fish on the line. I was pumped! I just knew I had a 50 pound drum or some awesome monster! As I was reeling I knew I didn’t. I knew what I had. A humongous, ginormous, sail cat. GROSS.  It was the biggest catfish I have ever seen, but still SO gross.

One of his trout, this one was a fighter!

One of his trout, this one was a fighter!

 

It was a wonderful day. I think we make an awesome team. And yes. I slay. I kill it. Not every time, but often enough to say I am pretty dang good. The more I go the more I learn. Travis will always be better than me, but I am contributing and pulling all my weight now. There is no feeling like working together to find the best spot, pick the best bait/lure, cast to the perfect place, moved my lure the right way, set the hook at just the right time and reeled it in with the perfect finesse. Yea, bro, I slay.

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