We headed to the causeway. From 11:45 pm to 1:15 am, it was fast and furious trout action in the lights. I must have landed 23 or 24 or so 13-14 inch males. From 1:30 a.m. to 3:00 a.m., there was not a breath of wind or tide movement, and the bite slowed. But right on cue, the tide turned and at 2:30 am, a slow incoming tide started and the bite picked up. I picked my first keeper trout near the main causeway channel in 12 feet of water. My depth finder showed that most of the trout were staging at 2-5 feet. Then as the minor feed started, the tide quickened, and it was on. We drifted back through the brightest lights, as trout were staged facing the current, and slowly reeled our lures into their slimy faces. 10 fish in 12 casts in one light, and another 20-25 fish in another over about 45 minutes. A couple of fish were likely 15 inches, but I did not see the point in keeping them, so every fish was returned to the water. I caught nothing but speckled trout all night; I caught no other species.
I threw Down South lures on a 1/4 jighead and a pink Lil John on a 1/4 oz jighead. The best color for the down South was Red Flash, followed by Glo Chartreuse. I threw a Bone Super Spook Jr. for 4-5 casts and got no blowups, so I stuck with the plastics.
We returned to the launch at first light as the Sunday boat crowd arrived. We counted 14 powerboats waiting to launch at the Fat Boys Ramp, not to mention the 4-5 boats that passed us in the Tiki channel.
Oh, and to throw in the kind of detail that Yakety-Yak likes to provide, I brought with me to eat two hard-boiled eggs and a protein bar. I drank a Diet Mountain Dew while on the water, and a Coke Zero on the way down to the launch. I thought about hitting Whataburger in La Marque, but the drive-thru was crowded - maybe 20 cars stretching into the street. The first car in the drive-through was a blue chevy pickup. Its license plate number was LGT-455. The driver of that truck had 32 teeth, his favorite holiday is Arbor Day, his middle name was Steve, and he once touched a Koala bear on the ass while sipping Cognac out of a blue Dixie Cup while his Great Aunt Edna was celebrating her 89th birthday.