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I left my house late on Sunday and was planning on fishing somewhere close to home like Jonas Green but once I got on the road the St. Mary's tractor beam kicked in and I was headed to St. Inigoes. I arrived around 1:45pm. It was peak high tide and the wind was blowing pretty good.
On my first troll out to the mouth of Smith Creek I picked up a short Speck. After I got out into the Potomac it was chock full of short Blues. Unfortunately, I only had soft plastics. I ended up cutting the plastics down so the hook could sit further back. After catching 8 short blues I started to troll around Sage Point and I picked up two short Stripers and another small Speck. This was all fun but I was there to catch Reds. I paddled around for about another hour before I finally found a Red. He hit my light rod hard in about 3.5 feet of water. He ripped the drag over three runs before I could finally get him in the boat.
After releasing him and on my very next cast I hook into what I think is an even bigger Red. This fish was smoking my drag but it ended up being a very feisty cow nose ray (queue the sad trombones from the "Price is Right"). I paddled around standing up trying to sight for more Reds and I rolled over two more decent sized ones but they got spooked and didn't return.
On the way back in I picked up two Spot (small), lost a tiny flounder at the boat and picked up 3 more short blues.
On my first troll out to the mouth of Smith Creek I picked up a short Speck. After I got out into the Potomac it was chock full of short Blues. Unfortunately, I only had soft plastics. I ended up cutting the plastics down so the hook could sit further back. After catching 8 short blues I started to troll around Sage Point and I picked up two short Stripers and another small Speck. This was all fun but I was there to catch Reds. I paddled around for about another hour before I finally found a Red. He hit my light rod hard in about 3.5 feet of water. He ripped the drag over three runs before I could finally get him in the boat.
After releasing him and on my very next cast I hook into what I think is an even bigger Red. This fish was smoking my drag but it ended up being a very feisty cow nose ray (queue the sad trombones from the "Price is Right"). I paddled around standing up trying to sight for more Reds and I rolled over two more decent sized ones but they got spooked and didn't return.
On the way back in I picked up two Spot (small), lost a tiny flounder at the boat and picked up 3 more short blues.
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