I shouldn’t have assumed, but when my pal Capt. Richard Seward shouted “Got one,” the scenario seemed to make it a foregone conclusion. We were both in waders and standing on the side of the small channel winding its way out of a small creek in Upper Tampa Bay. It’s winter, Seward’s throwing his favorite lure, a 52M MirrOlure, so 9 times out of 10, “Got One” means speckled trout.
Well, this time it meant something different – flounder. Indeed, a legal size flatfish fluttered up from the sand to smack that twitchbait and get his picture taken. Ten minutes later, one of his brethren grabbed my DOA shrimp and not long after, Seward nabbed another on a curly tail jig.
Clearly, the outgoing tide had a host of fish facing into the current’s food delivery service. Had our schedule not pushed us onward, we probably could have reached double digits on flounder in short order – and that’s just one location.