Drifting along on the wind, we approached the first large sand hole. Captain Al, fishing from the stern of the boat, pulled up his fly and said, “You’re going to get two or three casts at this hole if you do it right. And there is going to be a big trout laid up along the edge of this hole somewhere – probably a Redfish or two, too.” I made a cast parallel along the leading edge of the sand hole over the grass. Nothing. As the boat drifted over the sand hole, I made my second cast to the far edge of the sand hole and stripped the fly back across it at an angle. A little bump – probably a Pinfish. My third cast was back to the far edge of the sand hole into the grass about fifteen feet where there was an uneven edge. There was movement and a strong tug. I was hooked up. A silvery flash told me it was a good size trout. On my seven weight TFO BVK, the hefty trout was putting up a lively struggle. As the fish crossed another edge of the hole, a Redfish began to follow it around. When the trout began
to calm down and I got it close to the boat, the Redfish took off. We made another drift down the flat on a different line. About three quarters of the way down the flat, I saw a group of large Mullet, Redfish, or both heading toward the boat at an oblique angle. I made a cast toward them that fell short. I just let the fly sit until they got to it, taking up the slack that 17