Little bro is a Baptist preacher in Indiana, but grew up in the south, attended FSU, and absolutely loves fishing. Been years since he last visited but a month or so ago he called and said he wanted to come down for a trip out. Warned him that the oil might reach us within the month, but the day after I spoke to him it started heading West. Made me wonder if he prayed for the change.
This weekend finally arrives and we head out of Econfina on Friday.

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Was a bit worried the weather wouldn't cooperate but again, he must have prayed in advance.

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Head out to catch some pins for a bit of offshore fishing, and he gets the skunk off the boat with one of his first casts.

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As we pull up to our first offshore spot, the water is brewing with multiple football field-sized bait balls being slammed by mackerel, jacks, and blues!

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Lost count on how many we caught, but after 30 minutes or so of non-stop action we remembered we had pins and made a quick move to our next spot. Within minutes of dropping baits down, my brother has a short cobe on the hook and it's got a bigger buddy with it. We briefly have a double before the larger cobe spits the pin. Quickly tag and released the baby cobe.

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Just a few more minutes, and I've got a beast on the line. Wear him out and wrestle him into the boat and have little bro pose with it.

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Little bro then hooks his own nice one. With the freezer at home already well stocked with cobia, we tag and release the pretty keeper.

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All this excitement and it's still the morning!
Wondering how the day can get any better, my brother hollers at me to look down in the water and we watch as a flotilla of at least 60 spotted eagle rays cruise under the boat with a few cobia tagging along. So amazing a sight we actually didn't even think to cast at the cobes as we stared at the rays with wonder.
Wait the lunchtime slack out and start picking up schooling macks again. While releasing one of the macks, I actually see a goliath grouper come up within 6 feet of the surface to take the mack in a single gulp!

Not having a lick of sense, the next mack I hook I purposely let it flounder about 6 feet under the boat and WAM, BAM, THANK YOU MAM it's on like donkey kong!

Actually did give him a good fight but after a couple of minutes of being darn near pulled out of the boat, he finds enough structure to cut me off. Hot as blue blazes by this time so I was somewhat relieved.
After the goliath we call it a day.
Day 2 report was a complete different experience. Headed out to 10' waters to pick up bait and it was so rough we gave up on heading offshore. We decide reds are in order to complete a Big Bend slam, so we hit some Econ bars and seal the deal.

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Off the water by lunchtime and get my brother to the airport in time for him to get back to his church service tomorrow.
Great, GREAT weekend! Brother didn't even have to preach while we were out, as we got to witness God's amazing creations the entire time we were out on the water!

"The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank GOD for the United States Marine Corps." Eleanor Roosevelt, 1945