The Fishin Optishin came in Friday afternoon and we went out to get a head start on what we planned to be a fish fry Saturday evening. It didn't work out very well, we were only able to boat a few skinny Spanish mackerals. Dink wanted fresh fish Saturday night and the pressure was on.
Saturday morning we were joined by the Ancient Guy Shoved Out of the Plane (Old Paratrooper) and we set out early despite threatening skies and 100% promise of rain. Guess what happened? It rained! We came back in mid-morning with nothing in the bucket.
We went back out that afternoon after lunch at Mrs. Culpepper's Thai Buffet (including crabcakes and fried flounder, ice cream one dollar extra) we were only able to boat one little gray trout. However we ran into a chum with a bottle of rum....well you know the rest of the story. Typical of so many people down here, if you're on a boat, you're fishing; looks like Sarah got a little nibble (you need to look closely here) Guess that's what happens when you troll with wounded wild animals.