It's a terrible great fishing trip story.

It's apparently a terrible great post as well (ETA)

So yesterday I get invited on a fishing trip from my good buddy back home. We are heading to Montegut area, Madison Bay. We are in the Bay around 7:45 am chasing birds around, caught a ton of small spec's and four keepers, when my buddy said he wanted to try this hole he knew about. We are heading that way (and p.s. my buddy is self-proclaimed new to this area) and he decides to "take a short cut."

Before anyone can realize we are 50 yards into a mud flat, when he powers down the boat instead of plowing through it. We come dead stop about 100 yards from water in every direction. It's 8:45 a.m. We're in a 21 foot bay boat, no tunnel hull, no lift plate.

Low tide is .52 inches at 9:30 a.m., high tide is 17.3 inches at 11:15 p.m. I understand we are totally F'ed in the A, no one else apparently realizes this yet:



This is the boat laying on mud, straight mud, about 10 feet in every direction. We have 2 bottles of water, no food, no beer. Mud up to your waist:



Two hours later, the water is up to 3 inches, my buddy wakes me up and say's he see's red fish in the shallow water. To which I reply, "I'm in survivor mode and you seem to think we still on a fishing trip!"

One hour later he gets a bite, but the fish gets struck in the mud and we lose it.

Four hours later we got 5 nice red's in the boat. And they were extremely fun to catch. Just following there fins in the shallow water. Spanish Fly style from ESPN outdoors



An hour after that, I get in the mud and start pushing, it's about 9-10 inches of water, for about 80 yards, terrible time, but excited that we got out just before sundown and mosquito time.





Leave BR @ 3 a.m., get home in someone else clothes with oyster cuts everywhere @ 10 p.m.