My buddy Josh and his sister Nina have hosted the annual Rockport kayak, um, bacchanal for this many years.
Through the evening's firepit haze, I got the sense Josh was foreboding the 13 Omen.
Nothing could have been further from realized - everyone had a wonderful time.
Eight to a dozen kayakers turn out at their extended family digs on Copano Bay. The historic property on Live Oak Point is the highest elevation on the TX coast (sorry, only had winter-trip photos for the gazebo and firepit).
There's no way to do this trip justice, but can show off a few photos and talk about a couple of days on the water. Some folks will come and go through the week, may show up early or stay late. We haul kayaks to different grass flats and mud marshes covering about 100 mi of the coast, typical paddle trail for a morning fishing is 8 to 10 mi. We cook or go out for an evening meal, and end the evening at the the firepit with cigars and libations, planning the next day's travel around tides, wind, and a binder of embossed Google Earth charts. Normally, the first organized trip is Wednesday, and the last organized meal is Saturday night shrimp boil.
While wind was stiff on the back of the week, Wednesday's light wind was wonderful for sight-fishing. We launched at Cavasso (salt) Creek. Though only 10 minutes from Copano digs, Josh had never fished this spot, and the last time Steve and I fished it was 30 years ago. Parks & Wildlife release gators here they snag in Goose Is SP.
Great hard-pack launch, and paddle into the sunrise.
I was behind Josh along the grass, sight-fishing his rejects. Prop-tail topwater shrimp cast into the grass caught my first and best red. After doing the math, I caught 5 redfish each morning, though not all in the slot.
Great photos of Josh with a fly rod red.
My day ended with a small wind knot in my braid, and the knot breaking an over-slot spec right at the boat. All part of the fun, and a great day.
Josh's special Cioppino with cod, crab, shrimp, and mussels hit the spot for the evening kick-off dinner - Josh and Nina competing in the kitchen always exceeds our imaginations.
Thursday brought us back to my favorite Estes Flats, and a reliable NNE wind for drifting down Trout Bayou. Launching at Palm Harbor, a mile to the turn up Talley Island, and 2 miles to the top of Trout Bayou.
My morning began in Aransas Bay, drifting back into the tide pass. Plenty of small trout were slashing. I brought a nice big spec to the boat, but she tore the hook out with a head shake.
Began my drifts down Trout Bayou, and landed 3 absolutely 19" reds.
I was happy to get one more that measured 20" for my stringer.
I ended bringing an over-slot red to the boat. Thought I had him set with 3 solid pulls. But the little slack I had to give him while pulling in drift sock was enough for him to shake the hook. Again, all part of the fun.
The group meat haul from Estes.
Friday, we took our boats across Port Aransas ferry to fish East Flats on Mustang Is.
It was our longest paddle and toughest wind, though with some shelter, and everyone brought home fish. GPS trail for the day.
Saturday, another big wind day, we fished Marker 1 trail on Lighthouse Lakes.
Josh traveled farther upwind than everybody, and sight-fished a banner day in the mangroves - he deserved his results facing the wind and currents to get that far.
The rest of us stayed close in the first 3 lakes, and Andy pulled a couple out of the mangroves.
Caught this photo of Stevo crossing back Aransas Channel.
Josh's trip-fish 27" red.
Josh's shrimp boil gets better every year, decided to spend some electrons on the master at work.
Another feast, and easy clean up - we were hungry, not much for leftovers.
We also made a good showing sampling the single cask bottles into the last evening, before packing out Sunday morning.