My Dairy 11-18-01

Frogs to the rescue.

Well considering that we had a terrible but welcome rainfall and storms over the week before, also the weekend forecast was  not good, we had a fantastic weekend. The weather was the best, and the surf was full of finger mullet moving south. 

I arrived at about 3.30 pm. Late but on my way. The reason for me being late was I was going to stay up to watch the promised meteor shower. As I arrived I could see the surf was dirty, but I have seen many a red caught in this sort of stuff. As I proceeded south the water improved from dirty to perfect. The Mullet were so thick you could walk on them.  I was at the thirty when I happened upon Capt Billy Sandifer.  http://billysandifer.com/ "Billy is a must stop." He said that it would be better south. He had seen Jacks busting the bait south of the 40. 

It was not long after talking to Billy that I came across a huge pod of perfect size Mullet.  I tossed the cast net and I had enough bait to last the ever shortening day. At about the 40 I spotted a perfect hole, with a great suck out. Water was streaming in to the next gut from a breach in the first gut. I placed a Mullet so that it would be washed into the next gut through the breach, into the certain fish trap. Wamo, the All-Star Titanium rod nearly flew out my hand as a 26inch Red slammed the bait.

Look at me with this perfect eating size Red. 

I thought I had better try that trick again. Wamo, it had just reached the roll through in the breach when I felt the tremor of the Mullet panic, down the Power Pro and into the rod. This time I could feel a difference in the fight.A Texas Fall trout 24 inch.  "It don't get any better than that". 

Proceeding on we bumped into this sad old girl. I think she had a problem but she would not come close enough for us to help. She stood looking at us and watching closely as Shithead barked. She walked backwards and forwards just out of reach of help. Look at her ear. I am not sure if its and infection or and old wound. She was so close to us and did not run that I am sure she had a problem. 

Racing down the beach I could hear the other Froghunters calling on the CB'S, "could I get there quick enough to save them from the damage they would inflict upon themselves from the evil drink"?. All I could hear was that Debbie, Brains wife was kicking butt. She had big reds in the bag and also the biggest Jack fish.  I needed them to stay upright for the expected Meteor shower during the night. I was expecting them to be in the low forties but they had ended up at the fifty five marker. The driving was good so it did not matter that they had headed south. I arrived at dark 30 and low and behold some of them could still talk. It was decided that we should all hit the sack early as I planned to get up at 2am to watch the astral fireworks. I was predicted to see between 80 and 4000 meteors every hour.  I was asleep by 8pm and was awaked at 10pm by the arrival of  Garry and Tami, Surfgirls brother. Now he is a blast and defiantly worth getting out of bed for. We shared some filthy jokes for a couple of hours around the fire that Brian and Tarzan had built earlier. It was decided again, time to hit the sack.  Well as promised I awoke at 2am, the sky was so close you could touch it. This is something that PINS is special for. You can look at the sky when you are so far from any light and the stars look like you can touch them " It might be the beer" 

My next job was to set the camera up so I could take some pictures of the meteors. It was like shooting clay pigeons. One would shoot across the sky in the North followed closely by maybe up-to 3 or 4. No sooner had I set the camera up and the dam things would move to the South or the East.  They seemed to have no direction and I decided that it was impossible for me to take pictures of them.