Truett and I went out on a blustery Memorial Day morning. In fact, I had discouraged a regular client's inquiry because of the forecast. Nonetheless, Truett and I were up for the challenge. We searched our familiar waters and found a unique scenario that barely caught our eye as we were motoring down the ICW. We caught several nice reds from the boat, considered ourselves fortunate, and pointed the skiff for home by 9 AM.