We made a few attempts to fish during that paddle back to the shortcut creek, it was very infrequent or we trolled a live shrimp behind. The wind played tricks on us, switching from dead zero...not even a breeze, to gusts of 15 mph, but we knew where we were headed so we paced ourselves to get back to the mouth of the creek.
When we made it back to the creek, we couldn't help but notice the amount of water that was pouring out, giving us the impression that there would be predator fish lying-in-wait along the edges taking advantage of smaller fish being swept out by the strong current. Knowing that we really shouldn't stop to fish it because we were already taking a chance on getting back through the creek while the tide was going out, we just couldn't pass it up so we convinced ourselves that it would be worth the delay.
Unfortunately, it wasn't! And to add insult to injury, we had made the mistake of staying there a little too long and really struggled to paddle the shortcut creek against the westward blowing wind along with a strong outgoing tide. We managed.....but it was a fight.
We finally made it back to Redneck Beach, a little exhausted but proud of ourselves that we didn't get swept out to sea in the process. We pat ourselves on the back and vowed never to do that again...although we probably will. We helped one another load up gear, talked and laughed about the short fishing day and went on home relieved that we had made it off the water safely.
Will we go back there again? SURE
Will we be more careful about the wind predictions? SURE
Will we let weather reports dictate our every move? Probably NOT