. So I slid over to the middle of the boat to avoid any spray and headed out. I ran west about 5 miles to a spot that I have been doing well at, and deployed the first of my 12 shrimp under a dinner bell(cajun thunder). After a few cast I finally hit the spot and the cork started to dance for a second before taking off. I started feeling a little better about dinner as I set the hook. A good Red will go along ways around the table. Unfortuanatly, this one wasn't old enough for the invite so back he went. Shrimp #2 is on the hook and deployed. A few more cast and its dinner time for another fish. D@nm, it's a small Flounder. Wait a minute, I came for dinner not a Trophy, so how long these things gotta be anyways? Out with the Reg. sheet and it says 12", mine only makes 11.5" on the ruler so back he goes. Time to change stategy, out with the topwater and start casting around like mad. Finally a taker and it looks like a keeper. Yep, he's a whopping 16"s and in the cooler. Start to feel a little relief, as I start casting again. This feeling is short lived as I watch the sun prepare to go to bed for the night. I figure I am beating a dead horse so I crank and head back towards the landing, hoping I can catch my friends before they pass Chicken Shack or Joe's Burgers, so I can place an order. I get to the mouth and there is still daylight(just a smidgen) so I figure, one more shot. Shrimp #3 comes out and is devoured upon impact, and keeper trout #2 comes on board. I went on to limit out in the next couple of minutes, and all of a sudden I was feeling like "Da Man" again. Headed to the hill and started cleaning my bountiful harvest of 5 monster trout, all between 15 and 16 inches.(I tole you I wuttin trophy huntin). I got'em cleaned about the time they arrived and got the grease to warming. We ate exchanged pleasantries and decided to retire for the evening. THE END of day one, or is it 
My turn in the shower came last and when I came out, I thought a bear had gotten into the room, chasing a Hyena. It seems one of the guys has a little snoring problem, I didn't think it was possible for some one to snore this loud, and friend #2 was having a laugh attack at friend #1's raucaus snoring. After hours of this endless torture I was finally able to drift off to sleep.
Day #2 to come shortly as I have just been informed of my dinners untimely arrival to the table.
Okay,where was I. Oh, I awoke Sunday morning to the normal scuffle of cleaning out the room, cramming everything in the truck as quick as possible, so as to get to the ramp quickly, after a quick stop at Bonnie's Curbside Cafe and Deli for breakfast. Launch two boats this morning, me and my faithful furry fishing partner in one boat and them two Gawja fellers in the other. Head out of the river and back east to my honey hole to set up a drift. Kinda slow this morning but I get two over 18" on the first drift. Those two other fellers from up north had two also. There's were both under 16" hee-hee. We decided to move to another spot since it was a little slow so we started crankin and movin a bunch. I picked up another nice trout and then nothing for several stops. I suggested we go back to the mouth to where I caught those small fish the night before and as soon I stopped, the fish were still waitin on me, only this time they were bigger
. I went on to catch 6 more over 18" and an additional 2 over 20" until I got tired of throwing them back so I pulled back up to that other boat with them gawja fellers and they had a total of 6 fish between them, with most under 16"hee-hee-hee. I toled'em about my luck and they wanted to know what I was throwing. I held up a DOA in red glitter under a CT and so they tied one on. Bound and determined to not be bested, them fellers went to fishin hard and was finally able to finish they're limit with hardly a fish over sixteen. I could'nt understand why they were only able to catch shorter fish, fishin with the same bait and right beside each other, while I continued to catch only larger trout. Who knows, but I think they were gettin a little more envious with each fish they watched me drag over the side of the boat . I think my fishing partner brings me good luck, that's why I enjoy going with her. I wonder if its legal to keep a limit for my dog too 
. Anyways, I had a great day on the water and figured I would share it with ya'll. Sorry it was a little long winded but I get carried away with the keyboard sometimes .Fish Masterson
Fresh fried fish has to be the best, and to top it off by eating out doors.. 
! You can go again. Good job on the trout. If'n you're wanting to show those boys up on some redfish, give me a call 
