Another surf day with the Happy Hour Group, March 2014

The park ranger told me the surf driving was fair to poor and asked if we had four wheel drive. I wasn’t terribly concerned as we were only going to drive to the five mile marker and so we drove onto the beach heading for our secret spot, (We really don’t have a spot but simply look for a change in the surf pattern.

The surf swells were about three and a half feet high and so we all decided it was prudent to only wade out a little and fish the first and second cuts. As soon as we cast out the bite was on and the day turned into a whiting day as everyone caught fish after fish, which was just what we needed for a happy hour fish fry.

John was particulary hot as his pole never cooled down all day and he later told me that it was the best day of surf fishing he had ever had! Surprisingly we never caught a red or a pompano and perhaps it wasn’t unexpected as the water here was really cold, (I was told it was fifty three).

Another fisherman stopped by and told us he had seen a fisherman catch a bull red where we were at, but it was when the water was warmer. So we just relaxed and fished, taking whatever was biting. The group simply wanted fish and that’s what we got.

Warm weather, friends and fish and that’s why we retired and are snowbirds. It’s a far cry from the latest snowstorm. The kites were flying, it is spring break here in Texas, but we weren’t crowded. It’s simply too far to the bars here and so the major parties are to the north.

After grilling lunch, the bite continued and we added more fish to our cooler. The tide had come in and so we had to drive back in the soft sand. The conditions were pretty poor and I soon flipped the switch to four wheel drive. To add to the bad conditions people were parking right in the tracks and so we had to dodge in and out from the surfs edge, (major truck washing ahead).

We all made it back to the visitor center and then drove back through Corpus Christi, avoiding the lines and partiers at Port Aransas. Renita told me that she had spotted a line of cars starting near the Packery channel and that’s miles from the ferry. A good day at the beach, but aren’t they all? Clear skies