. I had new rods and new reels with new line and a few new plugs. I was prepared. I thought. 
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
. When I got back the plug back to the boat, I checked and sure enough it had 2 sets of hooks and it caught me twice before I could cast it back out. That was it for that flat. 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
. We decided we'd had enough and headed for the trailer. 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
was casting across the canal and snagged my dang prop. I caught his line off the foot, we exchanged some words 
and decided his leader wasn't worth as much as a foot for a 150 Optimax. We got loaded up, pulled most of the line out from around the prop and brought it home. Prop off and line removed, she looks fine.Thanks for reading and it can only get better from here.
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