As we motored into the crystal-clear bay, you could immediately see a sand-to-rock edge on a slow-tapering flat. It was a nice edge, but there was no depth change related to the change in bottom composition.
A few hundred yards into the bay, the water color changed just outside the rock-coated bottom. Here, an actual drop of a few feet occurred along the edge of the rocks. My good friend Tom Sullivan, who was running the boat, announced this is where we would start fishing. I noticed the boat was a bit tight to the edge, and as the third person in the boat, I would probably be left with the scraps. But I did very well picking up leftovers by drop-shotting.
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