Preston Singletary, Earl Harper and I fished a moderate (12' - 7.5') outgoing tide from 9:30am through the turn at 11:30. The wind and rain increased throughout the morning until we left at 1pm, when the rain turned sideways.
Preston was boss rod as he landed six nice cutts. He tired of the surface "action" and yearned to have a fish to hand. He changed to a reversed spider on an intermediate sink line. Earl and I stayed with our poppers - "live by poppers, die by poppers." The pelting rain and driving wind must have driven the fish down low to look for their food, although we continued to have numerous strikes, follows and lunges at our poppers. I managed to land two cutts and one silver. I had one cutt break off my 3x tippet and take my popper. It wasn't a particularly big fish but after breaking off, it continued to jump another half dozen times. I'm guessing that it was pissed because it couldn't dive. Later, as I was making my last cast of the day, I had a beautiful fish make a lunge at my fly only five feet off shore. I was stripping it quite sharply back up against the wind waves when it struck just as I pulled it hard up against the wind. I saw the flash of color and it was more red than the usual brown/orange. It looked like a spring rainbow and the red I saw, must have been the flash of it's flared gills. It was some kinda hungry. Needless to say, I continued to fish. Leland.
