
With "Captain" Rick and his boys Carlton and Mitchell alternating at the helm, and my son Benjamin and I keeping a lookout on each side of the boat, we crawled out of Shell Island Marina at around 7:30 AM, through very dense fog. There were hardly any other fisherman there, when we arrived. And few were leaving in that stuff. We went very slow, not able to see the next channel marker until we were half-way to it, untll the fog started to burn off a ltitle near the light house. Then the sky cleared up real nice.
We headed out about 23 miles, Ricky using his new auto-pilot to head us to the first numbers.
It was co-ooold!
Seas were maybe 2, maybe 3 at times, at first, but within a few hours went smooth.
We fished in about 52 feet, and in our first spot Rick pulled in a short red grouper and Ben a short gag. And the other two got some grunts, and I began to talk about how those grunts were [supposedly] good to eat.

We moved just a couple of miles to spot number two, and we could see maybe 8 or so boats fishing on the horizon, one clump of 5 or 6 together.
Anyway, Rick got a keeper red around 10:30 or so. And then Your Humble Narraor, in yet another dramatic stroke of beginner's luck, landed the catch of the day:

Then, my mind went numb.
Oh now I remember. I had the REAL catch of the day, but I oughta keep it a secret. Many of you surely know what a "grass bass" is.....




So we had a great time. And I got a pic of my oldest, who caught twice the keepers as anyone else on the boat, and half the fish!

We had a blast!
Tally of keepers? One gag and three reds. All caught between 10:30 and 12:30. And we had the best fried fish dinner here at my place since summer.