Captain Bobby Abruscato’s center-console slid into yet another blackwater bayou in the Fowl River on the west side of Mobile Bay.
"Throw that topwater right across the bar and then walk it back slow," he said. We were several miles upriver in water that looked a lot more like largemouth bass country than seatrout and redfish habitat, but I hadn’t walked the Rapala Skitter Vee five feet when a big, yellow-mouthed trout slammed it with that lovely BA-LOOP! sound they make, and I was hooked up.
We had no sooner dropped that one into the ice chest when another trout of similar size slurped the lure down, grabbing the tail hooks rather than the head as...