This guy worked his tail off today…went fishing p2 this afternoon then hooked up with me tonight. I’m not going to go into his luck this afternoon…but he was happy his boat was floating when he came home….
We did a bit of scouting and ended up in an unlikely spot. I had Tim put his bait in the best spots. Nothing. I could tell he was getting restless…when he said let’s get the ‘ell out of here…But I said the magic words…let me have a smoke and then we’ll go. While I was enjoying the skeeters…he realize he was snagged. While he was messing around with his mono (), I pitch my bully to where he was fishing…yup…before my smoke was out I landed a fish in the high teens (best for the night). I had him take a picture (below). So, we stayed a little longer…
While we waited for the next run, we played a new game I just made up…rules are simple. Whoever has the most biting skeeters on their face without brushing them off…wins. I let Tim go first…and he won..I couldn’t do it.
I’m not sure how many runs he had…but before we left he was telling me that they were gar..which is why he couldn’t catch them
It was a great night to be on the river. Little fog coming in and black as the ace of spades.
We ended the night with 3 in the boat and atleast 6 “air strikes”…
Next time Tim!