And That’s Why I Use A Corky Fat Boy!
Just for a moment, put yourself in the shoes (OK, OK – fins) of a big speckled trout. You’ve been relaxing in a mud flat in the East Matagorda bay. Finally, what you’ve been waiting for comes to pass; the light starts to peek through winter cloud cover, warming the shallows where you’ve been waiting out the winter.
You move through the waters of the mud flat looking for a familiar landmark; you soon come across that mud patch abutting a shell pad where you’ve spent some good times in your life, eating your fill of big shrimp and finger mullet by the hundreds.

