Port O'Connor Visverslagen

after scouring the Bay the day before in finding only small trout, I reached out to one of my long time guide friends who gave me a tip, which worked out well today this is a team effort, sport, and I'm glad we can share back-and-forth. The information worked out perfectly for us as we put a three man limit for each of the guys 15 fish total and we were still catching and releasing. What a day what a team what a great group of guys.

Small trout and scattered sheepies and redfish today despite the efforts it was slow for us…tight lines!

The forecast today was thunderstorms, cloudy conditions, high winds, which would all tend to put the chill in most fisherman however, this family of three met the challenge with flying colors. We had a great time starting out in the intercoastal waterway, looking for savory black drum and sheep‘s head, but we ended up catching a few speckled trout. Our search continued most of the day for the elusive striped fish to no avail this time, but with plenty of smiles and lots of small fish, they decided they would return for another fishing adventure on the middle of Texas coast in the near future.

Today's group was two adult men putting their boys on the salt water for a morning fishing trip. Their flounder gigging adventure didn't make last night so we took advantage of their long drive to POC from San Angelo by having a morning blast. There were fish just that they were either too small or didn't wanna eat! We ended with a solid representative of the Speckled Trout species to cap off the day. Thanks for the trip, come see us again and tight lines!

When this crew first reached out, I tried to nudge them toward another night. The forecast had that look — the kind that makes captains squint at the sky and second-guess their coffee. But these weren’t rookies. Five seasoned anglers, veterans of the chill, showing up with the right gear and the right grit. They stepped onto the boat like they’d done it a thousand times — easy smiles, steady feet, that quiet confidence you only get from folks who know the water doesn’t hand out favors. And then… the night surprised us. The wind softened to a gentle 10 mph. The sky cleared its throat and turned gold. Sunset spilled across the water like melted copper. Even the pelicans got playful — you could tell the wildlife clocked the mood and decided to clock in. Now, the truth beneath the glow: flounder reports had been rough. For weeks, guides had been whispering the same word — slow. A recent freeze had taken its toll. Later, we’d see the evidence ourselves: too many dead flounder, victims of that cold snap. Nature’s reminder that she writes the rules. But hope rides every tide, especially when it’s Captain Seth at the helm. They found one live flounder — and made it count. Steel, light, steady hands — gigged clean. And where the flounder thinned out, the black drum showed up to save the dance. The spirits lifted, and the night found its rhythm. So no, it wasn’t a numbers night. It was better. It was laughter in the dark. New friendships forged under a painted sky. A boat ride that felt more like a story than a trip. And those are the ones folks come back for

Enthusiastic team today but little to show due to a monster cold front and morning temperatures in mid 20s to 34 degrees! Bite off today with fiah figuring out how to survive the water temp plunge. We got on a few oversized black drum which was a welcome sight. Book today for a great Spring in POC areas