My son in law Neil and I were on the water at first light.  The morning was dead calm and cool. We had low incoming tide as the sun peaked over the tops of the buildings on Amelia Island.  On my first cast I was hooked up to a small trout and Neil had one on before I boat boated mine.  We had about 15 minutes of none stop action but every Trout was just short of 15”.  After ten plus trout we decided to move on and look for bigger game. 

The next stop was one of my favorite big red spots.  It has oysters with oyster rubble in front and a drop off to about 25ft.  The Reds usually lay on the shelf with the oyster rubble waiting for their next meal.  We worked the entire shore line letting the current carry us along.  As we neared the end of the oysters, without moving a fish, I decided to put down the trolling motor and move to the next spot.  I didn’t even get it turned on before we saw reds pushing wakes in every direction.  Just the noise of the motor clicking into place was enough to spook them.  We made a number of casts but no takers.  In the next spot we landed a few more trout but they were all less than 15”.   

We left with just enough time  for me to get a shower and open The Salty Feather at 10:00.