Whoopers Night Herons, and Black Drum, A nice Day on the Water

Our friend George had caught his limit of black drum and red fish , while wade fishing, and of course we had to try fishing his area from the canoe! So we headed to Big Tree, launched the canoe and quickly drifted to one of George 's spots. Anchoring to an old post we cast our lines and waited patiently hoping the fish would be there.
The wind picked up, rocking the canoe and a fish actually took off, thrashing my pole against the gunnel. I fought the fish but finally lost it. Deciding the wind was becoming too strong we headed for shallow water, struggling as the wind blew us sideways.
By using the oar as a push pole we struggled to gain control, and finally did. Waves broke against and over the side of the canoe, but it was shallow and we gained the upper edge. It was a long, hard, and slow battle but we finally reached a cut where we could escape the wind and actually enjoy a bite of lunch.

Entering the cove we flushed four night herons and cast our poles into the back of the cut.
Renita handed out the sandwiches and had no sooner started to eat when a fish tried to pull her pole into the water.
Dropping her lunch she fought the fish and finally got the upper hand as she guided it into the net, a nice seventeen inch black drum. Casting  into the same spot, we went back to eating and a pair of whoopers flew right over our canoe. Renita grabbed the camera and snapped a few images hoping to catch them in flight.

Just after she put the camera away her pole jerked violently and she was onto another fish. This black drum was a little larger and as she fought it it actually pulled us away from the shore and towed us for a bit before I beached the canoe and netted her fish. Did I mention  it was her fish again?
As we continued to eat another pair of whoopers flew by and then Renita had another fish on. Now we had enough for dinner. My pole was getting bites too but my fish were little bait stealer's and that was ok as we are a team and the fish all go into the same deep fryer.

Finally finishing our lunch, the fish stopped biting and it was time to head back to the truck. Leaving the shelter of the cove we stayed shallow and reached our take out point. We were both tired from the exertion but we had had a full day of whoopers, black drum, and night herons. Who could ask for more? Clear skies.