I can always use company when exercising futility. I might be going out and attempting to drown more shrimp this weekend. I havn't decided yet. It all depends on my and my wifes schedule. I'm allowed one futile attempt at catching fish with her per month, I used that up last week. She's not really happy about fishing unless she can catch at least 2 insanely undersized game fish per trip. Last time she caught something it was a 4" red and a 6" sand trout. She was so proud of herself and the fish were so "cute.

" I told her to throw them back so I could catch them when they were big ugly and tasty

. I then proceeded to catch 9 sail cats, 2 rays, and a rig that I lost the prior week

. We went home, I felt horrid, but she was so proud of her two snackfish. It was enough to keep her happy and allow me yet another $200 in gear that allows for the proper murder of shrimp

. My best catches happened the day I dropped a pack of cigarettes over the pier. Amazingly the fish were really active that day. I didn't know they needed a cig fix, I might have to try that again. Anyway, if you feel up to being limited to a 100 foot casting distance, and hauling enough gear to fill a boat give me a buzz fishing buddies are hard to find, they all keep making plans with thier wives. I don't know why a man in his right mind would do that, I much prefer fishing to antique shopping

, but that's just me.
Later,
Drayno