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The FOG was horrible and should have been a hint but ahead we drove, into the wild gray yonder. A quick stop at Wilson's for ice and some GULP! for Dad, a couple of biscuits at McDonald's and to the ramp we went. The FOG wasn't getting any better but we marched on.
We launched at 7:30ish and were soon met by a thick blanket of, yep FOG. Idling out through the channel markers and hearing the boats all around made me feel like an idiot but stupid is as stupid does. I coasted us onto a grass flat with some decent potholes and spotty bottom to let the fishing begin. 2 hours later I had a hunger trout knocking a Top Dog outta the water 2 or 3 times but couldn't get him/her hooked
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The fog lifted a little and we ran up to Yates Creek. We fished around some bars and hooked a couple of redfish, I think, on a pink Capt' Mike's spoon. But alas, they too were destined to live another day
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Dad and I really wanted to pick up some rock bass or possible grouper so turned back around and headed out the canal again. Some jackleg
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Thanks for reading and it can only get better from here.
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