It was Memorial Day weekend, I remember taking the wife n kids to the sand bar early in the day on the bay boat and texting David to see if he was up for an afternoon fishing session on the skiff. We arrived at the ramp as a wave of fisherman were coming off the water. “It was tough” was a common phrase we heard, but that didn’t deteriorate our hopes. We had a spot that we had been seeing schools of Bulls feeding late in the afternoon on the edge of a bar. Very few people in our area venture off shorelines, so a bar in the middle of open water was probably untouched all day. We arrived to our spot and it was a memorable late afternoon! There were tailing bull redfish everywhere! David started on the front with his fly rod. First cast he had a 40inches fish chasing his fly all the way to the boat. Unfortunately the fish never committed and in the process spooked a bunch of others.. 2 more shots at other fish and none would commit. For some reason we all think we can convince the fi...