We went last Wednesday hoping for an exciting day of fishing.
The deckhand was a no show. Then they finally went and picked him up slow start.
He is hung over and proud of the alcohol he had consumed the night before we got a drink by drink explanation.
Plucked a few from the traps and hauled butt all twenty mph for an hour we got all the way to 45 feet and hung some squid over the side.
Have they been reading Pat's column? The speed at which we rode was stunning (fastest boat on the river)?
The bite was on an occasional Pink Mouth a couple of Black Sea Bass and almost no Grouper.
The wind turns green and foul for once it isn't me ( I am the gassiest man in the US ) next the Captain decides it is time to sit on a five gallon bucket.
About three times an hour for the rest of the day.
We took on four legal grouper and two buckets of PMG in ten hours on the radio they said they were catching them in a little deeper water.
The captain heads to the next rock over even though the PMG'S were slow and Grouper are not chewing he just wasn't going to go deeper.
I hook what I am sure is a 50 lb. Grouper and put the whup azz all over it.
Three minutes later there is a very green seven foot long Nurse Shark next to the boat oops.
It was about two pm and hot I am cramping everywhere back ribs arms thighs etc..
My cootchie hurts I didn't even know I had one, it is suggested I take two Midol and call back in the morning.
We head to a wreck nada to the rocks we get a couple drive by shootings no wire and they are gone.
To the hill and the storm whips up it looks bad but it doesn't get us.
We are back and safe they ask if I will be back I don't think so.
Maybe if I am sure the fish are shallow seeing they don't want to waste their gas going deep.
The Captain wants to shake hands and I won't that hand has been up his butt a dozen times.
Sorry maybe we can shake hands next time.
Oops again I don't think there is going to be a next time.
Effort

Commitment

Gear

Execution

Boat


Explosive diarrhea

Nice guy
