10/23/2025
Today was one for the books.
The plan was simple, spend the morning scouting a few new spots. I’ve been eyeing some areas our shop landlord owns and pitched him on a deal for parking access. Checked one out this morning and instantly knew I’d found something special — untouched sand, no footprints, no cart tracks, no spike holes… nothing.
First cast, I get hit within seconds. Got him to the wash and he shook loose, schooly-size pomp, nothing special, but enough to know the bite was on. I reset, ran four lines, and two bent hard. Still dark, but something didn’t feel right. Then I caught a glimpse… birds.
Next thing I know, I’ve got one bird tangled on each line. Spent 45 minutes sorting that mess out, braid burn across the top of my hand as a souvenir. Sun finally came up, lines back out, and boom, another bird. They were hanging out in the water feeding on baitfish.
By the time I wrapped up the third bird, it was after 7:00. No pompano, just chaos and feathers. Some days the stars just don’t align.