Savannah Redbone

I’ve fished Redbone tournaments over many years so getting the opportunity to fish the Red Trout in Savannah was one that I wasn’t going to pass up. My friends Bruce and Tom were going to be my guides but both were called before the event to other duties. I was really looking forward to fishing with them but that’s the way it goes in tournaments….you go with what is handed to you.  
Cold Savannah Morning
Cold Savannah Morning
Vaughn and Stu Apte
Vaughn and Stu Apte
As many Redbone tournaments as I have fished, I’ve noticed that if you merely mention the word Redbone, you will have the worst weather you could have ever thought of for at least one day of the tournament. I’m not kidding, ask any one. This year wasn’t as bad as last year when the blessing of the fleet took place in 20 degree weather and stayed that way for two days. This event was “blessed” with 40 degree weather but lots of wind. Lots and lots of wind. Every cast had the wind blowing over my right shoulder ( I’m right handed) and we were fishing in my last-minute guides bay boat. Captain Alan Collins did a great job for never having taken out a flyfisherman before, so we were at a disadvantage for sure. A beautiful “sight-fishing-low-tide” right in the middle of the day and we couldn’t get there. That did not stop us…..we still caught fish and were in the lead for a while.
Nice Red Vaughn
Nice Red Vaughn

Well, I didn’t win but had a “hellofagoodtime”. This was a beaurtiful venue for a tournament and the tournament staff did an unbelievable job in organizing the activities….the food was beyond the normal tournament to say the least.  Savannah is an incredible city and the fishing is good almost the year round. There are wonderful restaurants, shops, galleries and things to do in the riverfront section of Savannah. If you’re in this area of the country next fall and you want to support Redbone and their quest to put an end to Cystic Fibrosis, sign up to fish, you won’t be sorry. Enjoy the photos from the tournament and see you next year.

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