Sat 9/26 – Seadrift I hosted two gentlemen from Central Texas on a last-minute trip, and we went out with one simple mission: catch whatever would bite. And boy, did we! These guys weren’t out for a meat haul — this trip was about the experience. We loaded up with three dozen live shrimp and four dozen croaker before heading out under a cool, calm Saturday morning sky. A northeast wind slowly gave way to a southern breeze, as is typical here after a front. The water had a little off-color tint, but it was definitely fishable. No major freshwater inflow from the Guadalupe, so the northern country looked perfect. The only thing missing early was the fish’s appetite — the morning bite was quiet. But today wasn’t about numbers. And then it happened. Everything you could imagine came to play: ladyfish, alligator gar, redfish, speckled trout, stingray and just about everything in between. The guys were totally relaxed, soaking it in, reminding me that sometimes it’s less about quantity and more about the quality of time on the water. Later, a buddy told me about his own trip — his crew scratched out a decent box of black drum with a few specks for the table — so it sounds like everyone on the water was finding a little success. Until the next report — tight lines!