Snook are the “back country” quarry that finds its way into playing every role a fish could: You catch them on the flats sunning themselves in the winter. You find them swimming the grass flats among the redfish looking for a quick dinner. You watch them crash schools of finger mullet on shorelines. You find them in the mangroves deep back in the dark places were flies without weed guards don’t belong. You just seem to catch these hard fighting fish in all sorts of great places.