Well,
Its been over 9 days since I have been on that water and I finally made it out. The kids have settled amazingly, while the wife is anxious about selling a house and moving out with the in-laws. I would be too, but I am a couple 24ozers deep in rum and COKE so I feel good with my old toys and memories. Anyways, to the meat. I was going fishing no matter what tonight, despite the driving rain, and my Pops asked me if I was alone. Yep, get your gear because I am out in 5 minutes. (I feel at times I am fishing with thumper when I go out with Pops, but hell, he is the only reason why I am here, literally, so I let it go. Thumper--well he is a pal so we let that go too). I have fished this flat exclusively the last four weeks (21 out of 31 days). I have figured out the tides, flow, and topography, so I took off thinking i had it dialed in. Well… The old man took me to school tonight. One red at 25"(made it to the make shift stringer----3, 30lb doubled tippet line, and 2 punches in the F*&^),21" snook, and a missed 30+ in snook all in two hours, Me nothing.
I found myself with the shakes, excited to see the success of someone who gave me the passion to fish. Before I was born, my mom told me about times where my Pops would stay up all night to catch snook, or go out when the wind was blowing out of the east to catch, "specs" to sell to the local restaurants when others wouldn't.
Pals Out