Well,strike one was when 20 min. after I left the house I remember I left the trolling motor at the house.. Had to turn around and go get it. Not real happy with myself but not too big of a deal. Get to East point and the wind is howling out of the Northeast, more so than what the current weather report said, (strike 2) I drive over to the island just to be sure before I go to plan "B" . Sure enough bad, bad, bad. So plan "B"....Stop in Apalach to gas up the truck before heading to indian pass. I left the lights and the radio on as I pump and went in to pay. Come out and click, click ,click....Nothing. Damn it!! ( strike 3) Start to pull the trolling motor batt. out when a local offered to take me down the road to NAPA and get cables to jump me off
. Turned out to be Capt. Tommy Holland who guides for the Robinson Brothers in Apalach. Hell of a nice guy and a big thanks Tommy. Should have turned around and gone home but I had come a long way, so I had to fish. Finally get to the ramp and in the water. It is now 1- 1:30....I'm in the Pass thinking about where to go now that I'm here and like a little devil on my shoulder I get a text message from Chalk...here's the direct quote...."give it up". Damn...Chalks supposed to be my boy, I know he aint telling me to bail. decide on a plan and head East with the plan to ride the wind back to the ramp. The wind is kicking and the water looks like a yoohoo and the north wind has all of the water pushed out and it don't look like it's coming back in. Finally...start fishing...drop the trolling motor...Damn....trolling motors only got two speeds 10% and 100%. ????? Try to fix with a pocket knife and a screw driver... as long as I keep the handle down in the lowest position it works OK. Now it's after 2 Bait everywhere but the water is so muddy I can only see the bottom in about a foot of water or less. I start slinging a black and chart. top dog and hookup with 3 or 4 dink Reds....14-16 inches. finally hit on a keeper right next to the shore by an old waterloged palm tree. he went 24". worked my way West and hooked another on the topdog in 12 feet of water at the end of the pickaline bar. It was nearly 5 or so and called it a day. Went to the Indian pass raw bar for a few suds and oysters and ran into Supafly, his brother Adam and ced...? Nice to meet you guys. Moral of the story...know when to hold'em and know when to fold'em....it's different for different folks....wasn't a banner day but I did not get skunked.
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You just got to put it into perspective man. hahahahhahaha 
still crooked Tom 
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