Sometimes we have to give blind luck all of the credit for a great day on the water. I went out the other morning with my buddy Tyler Davis on his beautiful new Beavertail Strike to fish the south part of Matlacha Pass. We spent almost two hours in one of my favorite spots and couldn't draw a single bite. We decided to run north to another promising flat but half way there came across several schools of busting jacks and reds. The next hour and a half was pure awesome and it all happened in an area not much bigger than a football field. Thanks, Blind Luck.