11/02/2026
There is nothing like it when the Tybee Island bull redfish start running in the surf. You stand there with the waves rolling in, line tight, and you know one of these big girls could hit at any second. I never get tired of it. Not once.
They are such beautiful fish. Some come up silver, some that deep classic red, and some glowing bronze or almost pumpkin colored like they were painted for fall. Every one is a little different, and every one is a gift.
And the fight. Man, the fight is one of a kind. That raw bull strength when they put their shoulders into it and peel drag off your reel, then that signature head shake that rattles all the way up the rod and into your chest. That is what people travel from all over the country to feel. I get to live it right here at home, and I do not take that for granted.
Big bull reds are breeders, so we handle them with care, keep them wet, snap the picture, and send them back to make more memories for the next angler. Out of the darkness and into the surf. That is where I find my peace.
All the love. His love. One love. 🇺🇸🪢🍀🦈🙏🏽