Gaffed and ice (read report on last nights Cobia burritos). 
That did it for my buddy he did the happy dance high fives were handed out.
What followed by some loud whinning and then I saw the Omlet go flying through the air. Boom boy can that kid barf with the volume turned up to boot. No quiet erps for him RALPH BUICK MOMMY!!!
We proceeded to mull around in 45 - 50 foot for three more hours with little to show for it.
I am thinking I chi wow wa this is going no where fast. 
Somewhere around 12:30 I started calling him
"Captain Fat Bazztard you don't give a damn if I catch a fish or not" in a cheezy ethnic voice off a Buddy Hacket routine, and we ran out to 65' and just to show he wasn't mad he hooked a fish and passed me the rod. Just to show him I wasn't mad I went to work on them fishes. I switched back and fourth between a big spinning rod with a jig and cut bait and my digging gear. We landed the usual suspects Gag, & Red Grouper, Snapper and an occasional Pink Mouthed Grunt no Black Sea Bass were caught. So if your trip is heading south insult the Captain "that shouldn't be the moral of the story should it"?
We did have a great time of course I wish we had gotten deeper a little earlier we woulda finshed our limits.
It was hot as heck my buddie got the Cobia of his dreams, those guys poured the beers non stop and never seemed to notice.
We all lost some good fish and I did get my happy on before it was over.
