Gulf Coast Fisherman Magazine Vol 39 No. 3 - SUMMER 2015 - Page 7

by Nate Skinner Lydia Ann’s Red Hot Summer T he amount of redfish in front of me was unbelievable. It was as if they knew they were being stalked, but didn’t care, putting on a show as they dipped, darted, and rolled in the skinny water. Amongst the sea grass, their bronze backs shimmered like polished copper plating, and they were fat, too. Having just left the marsh with a strong, falling tide, their bellies were chock full of shrimp, mullet, and crabs, yet, they were still eating as they prepared for their migration to the Gulf. With each step, another bronze torpedo would zip through the flat, leaving a trailing cloud of sand particles suspended in the water. I continued to focus my efforts on sight casting with no success. Having literally gone through every lure in my wading box, I decided I needed a different approach. Smaller schools of upper slots were surfacing every so often in the deeper water on the edge of the channel to my right. I flung my jig in their direction away from the masses of fish I was seeing that seemed to have lockjaw. Twitch, reel… Twitch, twitch. Thump! And the fight was on. Line peeled quickly and often, as the brute used the deeper water and current to its advantage, making several runs before tiring. The brilliance of bronze and copper rays radiating from the red’s back completed the picture of this beautiful scene. For a moment, all seemed right in the world as the sun rose high over a flat teeming with quality fish. Perhaps more special was the picturesque scene as one of Texas’ most historical markers along the Coastal Bend cast a shadow over the waters of the Lydia Ann Channel. Who says lighthouses are a fading memory of the past? Stretching