This time of year brings those crisp, chilly mornings where the air’s got a little bite and the water’s slick calm — perfect kind of quiet to ease into the day. The redfish start slow and steady, cruising deeper edges and soaking up the first bit of warmth like the rest of us. Nothing rushed, just methodical fishing. - Captain Austin

All light tackle, smooth drags, and smiles — NASA-level prep as usual. Nobody fell in, the dog didn’t steal a sandwich, and the fish definitely left talking about us. - Captain Austin

Cold Redfish & Family Edition Fishing Report Braved the cold with a tough-as-nails family of three who clearly didn’t read the part of the forecast that said “why are you even outside?” ? Temps were low, spirits were high, and the redfish were acting like they’d hit the snooze button one too many times. The bite was slow and deliberate—classic cold-water reds. No chasing, no sprinting, just that subtle “hey… something’s wrong with this bait” thump. Once we cracked the code, it was steady action with quality fish that looked like they’d been bench-pressing oysters all winter. -Captain Austin