The front that pushed through last Thursday night provided very little help in the way of measurable rainfall, but the light north wind the following day flattened out the lake and area anglers took advantage. No one was surprised by the numbers of solid trout taken or even by the fact that they were seemingly biting all over the lake, but the size of the trout certainly got their attention.

Upon finding the lake dead calm Friday morning, I think that initially most of us were like mosquitoes in a nudist colony. We knew what we wanted, but there was just too much available to decide where to start first!

We absolutely caught fish all over the lake, but a large percentage of the fishermen stampeded the revetment walls right out of the box. It was a virtual aquatic rodeo most of the day as there were two trucks of bank fishermen walking the rocks for every boat on the scene. Incredibly enough, everyone was catching trout and big trout at that.

We found fish chasing shrimp and shad under the birds in the open lake, caught trout up to seven pounds drifting the flats on the north end with Geaux Naked and Geaux Trout She Dogs and eventually left three to four pound trout beating up shad and small mullet all the way from Garrison’s Ridge to Johnson’s Bayou.

I feel certain that there were very few colors in plastics that did not work that day, but we caught our largest trout on bug juice, pearl-chartreuse, and stinky pink. It also seemed like the largest trout wanted a five inch tail like the Die Dapper, Flats Killer XL or a Tidal Surge Mullet. We never fished anything heavier than a 1/8th ounce head and either swam it at a very quick pace or fished it under a Kwik Cork.

Mother Nature apparently took offense at the unabashed assault on her fish and cranked the north wind up overnight to gusts more often seen in January than the middle of May. By the time we eased into the lake Saturday morning whitecaps were already rolling through Middle Pass and the phenomenal action of the day before was history.

We initially tried to hide behind the north revetment wall, but we were 15 to 20 boats and a world of trucks and SUV’s too late. We caught only two fish before giving that up, but we did see some of the bank fishermen catch quite a few trout fishing live shrimp under a popping cork.

The catching part of fishing was looking very bleak and the spray off the whitecaps had not warmed up much when the good Lord sent us a school of slot reds around noon that saved the day. They were herding small shad in two to three feet of water and we worked on them with Swim Baits and tails until everyone had enough.

Sunday morning, the wind was a little more forgiving and we ran right back to the same area that we had done so well in the day before. That is correct…I very seldom even fish on a Saturday and there I was on a Sunday as well. The problem was that the fish were not there and we had very few other options.

We tried to run further south, but the wind was much worse on that end of the lake and the water didn’t look nearly as good as it did on the upper end. The third time we returned to our initial stop a fat slot red ate a bug juice Killer Minnow drifted under a cork and the bite was on until we were as hungry as the fish and called it a day.

Brian Bommer and his twin sons, Ben and Matt caught redfish on everything from tails to spinner baits for a solid hour. At one point, Ben swapped out the tail under his cork for a Gulp Shrimp and it really got crazy. Matt had two in the net at the same time with two more flopping at his feet while his dad was yielding line to another red that had eaten his spinnerbait.

While we were more than happy to hang with the redfish bite, there were at least two other groups of fishermen that found the trout when the wind settled down a little just before noon. The group I talked with at the cleaning table had a great catch of three to five pound trout and they had released a seven pound fish. They caught their fish under slicks with five inch tails and topwaters.

Yet another friend called to see if we were still on the water and they had released five fish in the six pound class, pulled off two much larger trout and were still catching and releasing when they called around 3 o’clock. They caught every fish in 3 feet of water on pink Skitterwalks and Chicken on a chain Die Dappers rigged on 1/16th ounce heads.

Darin Johnson says that they still have some openings for their free kids fishing tournament to be held out of Logan’s Park on Pleasure Island Saturday morning. The Sabine-Neches Chapter is hosting the tournament from 7 to 11 a.m. and they will conclude the event with awards, hotdogs and drinks. Everyone will leave a winner as Daley’s Fish n Hunt is also providing a fishing gift for every youngster. All children must be 12 and under and accompanied by a parent or guardian. For more information call Darin at 409-790-9855.