After some scheming and planning, my wife drops me off at Casa Del Can, Friday evening.Tincan informs me I'm going to break in the new Futon, I can't begin to tell you what thoughts ran through me mind
The evening buzz was all about how Big T took Eerman four wheeling in his boat.
We planned our strategy for the next days tournament, had a fine meal of ribs, corn on the cob, baked sweet taters and green beans and retired for the night.The next morning we won the race to Savannah's to be joined shortly by the Team Jumptrout and Swatdog for a fine breakfast. We meet up at Jerry's and paid our entry fee and proceeded to the ramp at the fort.
The fog was thick and we made our way to points east, once we cleared the lighthouse area the fog cleared and we made it to our first spot. I had a fish roll on top water and saw fish in the grass, but no takers. We round a point and I hear Tincan grunt out the command, "Get the net out."
After a nice battle of tug-of-war, a nice 27" 1/16" 
redfish was released after much debate. We have adopted a rule that if you can make it illegal and legal, it's an illegal fish...once the fish dies and rigor mortis sets in, you will not be able to make the fish legal. We managed to catch 4 or 5 more reds before we ran out of water and had to escape to safe water.We work out onto the flats and start picking up a trout here and there. Tincan was the hot hook putting most of the trout in the box. I was the hot hand at missing fish, having nice fish on for brief moments and having fish come out of the water wanting my plug, but couldn't find the plug
..I did make amends by putting two of our bigger fish in the box....Well I think anyway...We saw several nice reds out on the flats, I had one follow my topwater, but wouldn't take it..moments later I had a nice one on and it came to the boat at 600 mph and then wallowed around in the grass and the hooks straightened out and the fish swam away...I was charged with horsing/winching (aka doing a Tom Keels ).Probably the best day weather wise me and Tincan have ever had on the water...Nothing broke, caught some fish, got to fellowship with some of the finest flats fishermen and women in North Florida.
Thanks for the ride Tincan
BTW after hiding under the stadium for most of the first quarter, watching the second, half time and part of the third quarter...we had a good time witnessing the 9th longest shut out record come to an end...Got home about midnight....I was about 4 hours from being up 24 hours
Lil Chalk's first game, he had a blast as well as the rest of us.
and the way the game was going made the misery that much worse.