I worked my way into one of the back lakes and happened on the most beautiful sights, school after school of redfish working their way through the lake I was in. I stood in the same spot, never moving, for over three hours and caught fish after fish after fish. It was a race to see if you could land the fish before the next group spooked, but they wouldn't spook. They would just mill about swimming happily between my kayak and myself. The anchor rope didn't even bother them. The sun began to set and I left tails. (I haven't seen fish in that lake like that day since).