I took my buddy Seth fishing Sunday afternoon. We decided to run south to some clean water in hopes of finding large quanities of gator trout. We fished for almost 6 hours, covered just under 10 miles of coastline, and managed one slot-sized trout about 150 yards from the ramp about 30 minutes before we called it quits.
I woke up Monday morning and went to work. I checked the weather and tides, made a few calls to some buddies, consulted the notes and decided I just couldn't stand it anymore. I called Seth around 11:00 and woke him up

(must be nice, wish I got a Spring Break). "Let's do it again buddy. This time no Gulps!, and let's forget the clear water, that's what everyone else is doing, and most of them aren't doing any better than us."
We hit the water around 2:15 in the Riverhawk, and Seth hooked in to a fatty on his first cast. 19+ inches, nice. 2 hours later, we both had our limit, with one just over 20 inches and 3 over 19.

Of course I lost the biggest fish of the day at the side of the boat.

It was pretty consistent action. We were both throwing twitch baits, his gold, mine silver. There were multiple explosions on top of the water, airborn trout, missed hits that resulted in 2nd and 3rd hits,.... All the things that make for an awesome day of trout fishing.
I'm glad I was able to talk Seth into giving me another chance, Redemption is oh so sweet!
The gods do not deduct from man's allotted span the hours spent in fishing. ~Babylonian Proverb