This beast hit a metal knife jig. We knew the cobia were mixed in with spades and everybody threw their favorite lure into the school as it neared the boat. This guy lucked out with a trophy cobe. I think it weighed out at 63 pounds. We caught quite a few more that day, too, though smaller.
This one was all lit up in the sun, still fiesty. Beautiful animals, those Spanish mackerels.
My brother, my buddy and I released some nice ones that day.
Pretty morning to pitch Heddon Spooks at reds and trout.
We didn’t slay ’em, but we picked at ’em all morning. Beautiful fish. Hard to capture the movement of shifting light on their scales. Hard-fighting little bruisers, too. Swim straight and hard.
Scored some “Super Lips,” aka Northern Shovelers in the Santee Delta
…and we kept waiting. I’m honestly not sure if we even pulled the trigger that morning. Too clear, too nice for ducks. You need fog or wind and clouds or even a good slushy rain. Nastier the better.