As we were heading to a new spot this 8 foot hammerhead followed us. I think it was attracted to the water flowing out of the bait well. The speed of these animals is unbelievable! It was fun to watch and we could have caught it easily but didn’t want to. I did try to entice it with a bait for photos but had trouble keeping the bait away from it.

After playing with the hammerhead for a while we headed in to a near shore rig. I saw a couple of cobia hanging around the rigs legs but never managed to hook one. The water was beautiful and the weather was awesome so we decided to finish out the day there. I even played with the spadefish (angelfish) which were thick around the boat.

A few hours before dark Steve hooked into something “substantial”. After fighting it for a while he got it close enough to see that it was a very nice blacktip shark. Since those are some of the best eating sharks around we decided to keep it. A little while later my rod went off and I had a decent blacktip shark as well. Steve’s shark was 5 1/2 foot and mine was 5 foot.

All in all a fun day!

Kyle was one of the cameramen/producers we met at Mason Mountian WMA for the TPWD TV segment we appeared in along with Abe. Since then we have become friends and he has been out with us many times, both flounder gigging and hog hunting. This would be the first time he came out in the boat.

Taking no chances we made sure of a good weather window. The forecast called for nice seas, we had plenty of bait and we felt like we could actually get him his first red snapper.

This was the forecast for Saturday June 29. Seas 1-2 feet. Slight chance of Thunderstorms. Any storms that did beat the odds and pop up were expected to build right on the coast and move inland. Awesome!

So calls were made and plans were planned. Kyle came down Friday night and we headed out early Saturday to see what we could find.

The ride out to the snapper grounds was a bit choppy, certainly not the 1-2 foot seas forecast, but still manageable. We expected the waves to calm once the sun got higher and we got further out.

On the way we kept a sharp eye out for floating debris. Interesting things could often be found around floating objects. Alas, none were found.

When we got to the snapper grounds there were already several boats there. I think I counted over twenty. The calm weather really had everyone excited. We even saw a bass boat. Over 30 miles offshore!

It didn’t take too long before our rods bent and it was down to business. Kyle lost a few fish at first but soon had his hands full. His very first red snapper was over the rail within 10 minutes of arrival. It wasn’t a monster so back it went.

His second was a bit better.

We stayed on the snapper grounds for about two hours until we all had our two Federal water snapper. The sky was starting to darken toward shore anyway.

We came in to state waters to a spot where we often found decent snapper. It was our hope to catch our limit there as well. After anchoring we were instantly on the snapper and a few other types of fish as well. We caught some trigger fish, oyster fish as well as some huge hard-heads. All were released. Except the snapper. We each kept two of them.

As we fished we noticed the sky continue to darken over Freeport. Where we could easily see lights and buildings before, now only a few things could be made out through the gathering clouds. Steve was getting nervous and made a call to his dad. We were only about 8 miles from shore and our phones worked but data was spotty so we couldn’t pull up the radar. Steve’s dad looked at the radar and told us to come in NOW! A huge storm was building over the coast and moving offshore.

In the time it took to pull in the anchor and put things away we lost sight of shore completely. Now, only a dark wall of fury met our gaze. Not good.

Steve pointed the bow toward the jetties and the storm was upon us. Within seconds we were facing huge waves, hail, lightning and 30 + mph wind. I’m not going to lie. It was scary. The temperature dropped at least 20 degrees and the wind carried tiny biting ice crystals. I had to take my glasses off because I couldn’t see with the amount of water hitting them. When the lightning started Kyle and I scrambled to lay all the rods down before they attracted any electrical attention.

Even though we were only about 8 miles from the beach we were nearly 12 miles from the jetties. All Steve could do was point the bow into the waves and work the throttle. Our boat can do a little over 30 MPH in ideal conditions. With winds between 20 and 40 mph, and some much stronger gusts, we didn’t seem to be making any headway. Not to mention the 6-8 foot waves trying to climb into the boat with us. Thankfully, even though we were pointed into the storm and somewhat away from the jetties, the current swung us almost directly there. Never has there been a sight as beautiful as those channel markers at the mouth of the jetties.

Am I ever grateful that we always leave plenty of fuel in the tank for the return trip. Our rule of thumb is 1/4 tank out, leaving 1/4 tank to get back and half a tank in reserve. It might seem like overkill but we like to be cautious. That way, if we wind up chasing fish schools or some other thing we would have plenty of fuel. We did not foresee circumstances like this. It took us about an hour to cover those 12 miles back to the relative safety of the jetties. During that time we took several big waves over the bow and had lightning hitting uncomfortable close. We hit the dock with just over 1/4 of a tank remaining.

Lots of boats were just loitering around the boat dock as people recovered from their own personal ordeals. Many people looked to be in shock and I’m not sure we were much better. We were soaked to the bone and chilled as well as exhausted. After getting the boat on the trailer we just kind of sat there in the truck happy to be back safe and wondering if everyone else was as lucky.

Remember all of those boats I had seen on the snapper grounds? Well most of them got caught in the storm. The marine radio was buzzing with calls for help. Later I would learn of boats that sunk and people in the water. Several boats ran out of fuel or lost an engine trying to battle the storm. As far as I know no one died but there were lots of empty boat trailers waiting at the ramp for boats which might never return.

Still there were fish to clean and a boat to wash up. The ride back home was a quiet one.

We did manage to get our limit of snapper and Kyle had a nice pile of fillets to take home with him.

We survived and have the T-shirt to prove it.

This video was made using our own footage as well as some from other boats.

The blue water was in close and the wind was calm so we decided to take the boat out and see what we could find. We had been hoping to come across some weed lines to find mahi mahi but never found any. Then we came in and started chumming behind anchored shrimp boats. The ramoras were thick and we had a decent shark cruise by but nothing noteworthy.

Finally we pulled up to a shrimp boat that held a bit more promise. I threw out a handful of chum and two ling swam out. One was bigger than the other so I threw my bait in front of it. It swallowed it and I soon had a fight on my hands. It took a little while before we were able to get it in the boat. Even though it looks big it is just barely long enough to keep.

Nothing else showed up so we headed to another shrimp boat. At first we didn’t see anything. Then this huge ling poked its nose out from under the boat. I pitched a bait toward it and the fight was on!

Video

I had to sit down for the photo because there was no way I could pick up that monster after battling it for so long. My arms were rubber!

We only came home with two fish. But we aren’t complaining!

We are tired, sore and probably smell to high heaven but by golly it was FUN!

If you want a mess of fish and have a blast while getting them then it would be hard to go wrong booking Hooker Harwell’s Guide Service. He knows his stuff. He did everything from freshening up our minnows to unhooking the fish and cleaning the catch afterward. He untangled lines, switched out hooks, scooped minnows, told jokes, netted fish, and patiently explained the subtle art that is crappie fishing. And let me tell you, for these saltwater anglers, crappie are a whole other deal.

Thanks Captain Hooker!

Our neighbors are awesome!

We were invited by our wonderful neighbors and friends on an offshore fishing trip to celebrate a special day. It was chartered with Captain Marshall Booker.

We had a great time even if we didn’t get to keep any of the snapper.