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My son and I went on a 4 hour tour of St. Joe Bay today. Started with 10 to 15 knot winds and ended up with 20 knots winds. Caught 6 keeper trout, 3 pretty nice and 2 flounders on live bait. Lost another hawg at the boat. Lots of shorts and few little sharks and JT fish (snot cats).

Your post is heavy on details MD

Sounds like a fun trip with your son .

Reel Slow wrote:Your post is heavy on details MD

Sounds like a fun trip with your son .

Just the facts mam....just the facts.


Lets see, we got up around 6AM (me) 6:45 AM (son) and had honey nut cheerios for breakfast. Left the dock around 8AM, cuz we wanted this to be an R&R weekend. The tide was real high and falling. Ran south of blacks island to find bait and fish. Didn't find any bait until the birds finally woke up around 8:30-8:45AM. Wind was blowing making it difficult to see bait pods. Tried to drift, but when we realized we were up on plane and the motor was off, we changed tactics. Anchored and fished points in the grass. My son wore a basspro offshore angler t-shirt and navy shorts. I was in a yellow short sleeve fishing shirt with my green zip off columbia pants and my favorite sunglasses. I drove a grey truck and we fished from a white boat. The sky remained overcast until about 10:45 AM and then began to have broken clouds, some sun and increasing winds. Back at the dock just after noon. Headed to peppers in downtown Port St. Joe for lunch. He had a taco plate and I had a lunch fajitas plate. Left St. Joe, returned to condo for short nap before Tennessee humiliated my football team. Went to the Indian Pass raw bar where we had steamed shrimp and crab legs while enjoying the FSU game. Returned to condo to watch the LSU v UF game. Finally at a little after midnight, I slid between the sheets for a good nights rest. A good time was had by all.

Reel Slow wrote:Your post is heavy on details MD

Sounds like a fun trip with your son .

That's the way to draw him out RS.

Mudducker wrote:Just the facts mam....just the facts.


Lets see, we got up around 6AM (me) 6:45 AM (son) and had honey nut cheerios for breakfast. Left the dock around 8AM, cuz we wanted this to be an R&R weekend. The tide was real high and falling. Ran south of blacks island to find bait and fish. Didn't find any bait until the birds finally woke up around 8:30-8:45AM. Wind was blowing making it difficult to see bait pods. Tried to drift, but when we realized we were up on plane and the motor was off, we changed tactics. Anchored and fished points in the grass. My son wore a basspro offshore angler t-shirt and navy shorts. I was in a yellow short sleeve fishing shirt with my green zip off columbia pants and my favorite sunglasses. I drove a grey truck and we fished from a white boat. The sky remained overcast until about 10:45 AM and then began to have broken clouds, some sun and increasing winds. Back at the dock just after noon. Headed to peppers in downtown Port St. Joe for lunch. He had a taco plate and I had a lunch fajitas plate. Left St. Joe, returned to condo for short nap before Tennessee humiliated my football team. Went to the Indian Pass raw bar where we had steamed shrimp and crab legs while enjoying the FSU game. Returned to condo to watch the LSU v UF game. Finally at a little after midnight, I slid between the sheets for a good nights rest. A good time was had by all.

Thanks for the report MD. Sounds like a great time with your son.

That was most likely outright child abuse.

I know you tried to knock his fish off with the net cause he was creaming you.

No doubt that is why you didn't fish any longer, was he was getting the best of you?

Then to cram your cake hole full of Mexican food, shame, shame, you gassy old codger.

Oh they joy of having your son witness your meltdown while your team is getting crushed.

Then off to douse yourself in drawn butter there is no graceful way to have a fine young man eat in public with butter soaked Budda.

Paul Harvey ain't needed here, we already know, "the rest of the story".

MudDucker wrote:

Reel Slow wrote:Your post is heavy on details MD

Sounds like a fun trip with your son .

Just the facts mam....just the facts.


Lets see, we got up around 6AM (me) 6:45 AM (son) and had honey nut cheerios for breakfast. Left the dock around 8AM, cuz we wanted this to be an R&R weekend. The tide was real high and falling. Ran south of blacks island to find bait and fish. Didn't find any bait until the birds finally woke up around 8:30-8:45AM. Wind was blowing making it difficult to see bait pods. Tried to drift, but when we realized we were up on plane and the motor was off, we changed tactics. Anchored and fished points in the grass. My son wore a basspro offshore angler t-shirt and navy shorts. I was in a yellow short sleeve fishing shirt with my green zip off columbia pants and my favorite sunglasses. I drove a grey truck and we fished from a white boat. The sky remained overcast until about 10:45 AM and then began to have broken clouds, some sun and increasing winds. Back at the dock just after noon. Headed to peppers in downtown Port St. Joe for lunch. He had a taco plate and I had a lunch fajitas plate. Left St. Joe, returned to condo for short nap before Tennessee humiliated my football team. Went to the Indian Pass raw bar where we had steamed shrimp and crab legs while enjoying the FSU game. Returned to condo to watch the LSU v UF game. Finally at a little after midnight, I slid between the sheets for a good nights rest. A good time was had by all.

What brand of sunglasses?

Honey nut cheerios was a poor start..Otherwise, I'd say you met your R&R objectives very well...

Reel Slow wrote:

MudDucker wrote:

Reel Slow wrote:Your post is heavy on details MD

Sounds like a fun trip with your son .

Just the facts mam....just the facts.


Lets see, we got up around 6AM (me) 6:45 AM (son) and had honey nut cheerios for breakfast. Left the dock around 8AM, cuz we wanted this to be an R&R weekend. The tide was real high and falling. Ran south of blacks island to find bait and fish. Didn't find any bait until the birds finally woke up around 8:30-8:45AM. Wind was blowing making it difficult to see bait pods. Tried to drift, but when we realized we were up on plane and the motor was off, we changed tactics. Anchored and fished points in the grass. My son wore a basspro offshore angler t-shirt and navy shorts. I was in a yellow short sleeve fishing shirt with my green zip off columbia pants and my favorite sunglasses. I drove a grey truck and we fished from a white boat. The sky remained overcast until about 10:45 AM and then began to have broken clouds, some sun and increasing winds. Back at the dock just after noon. Headed to peppers in downtown Port St. Joe for lunch. He had a taco plate and I had a lunch fajitas plate. Left St. Joe, returned to condo for short nap before Tennessee humiliated my football team. Went to the Indian Pass raw bar where we had steamed shrimp and crab legs while enjoying the FSU game. Returned to condo to watch the LSU v UF game. Finally at a little after midnight, I slid between the sheets for a good nights rest. A good time was had by all.

What brand of sunglasses?

Honey nut cheerios was a poor start..Otherwise, I'd say you met your R&R objectives very well...

I started to put they were my favorite Casa Del Sunglasses

The only breakfast in Port St. Joe is McDonalds. The boy can't stand McDonalds.

What a mess wrote:That was most likely outright child abuse.

I know you tried to knock his fish off with the net cause he was creaming you.

No doubt that is why you didn't fish any longer, was he was getting the best of you?

Then to cram your cake hole full of Mexican food, shame, shame, you gassy old codger.

Oh they joy of having your son witness your meltdown while your team is getting crushed.

Then off to douse yourself in drawn butter there is no graceful way to have a fine young man eat in public with butter soaked Budda.

Paul Harvey ain't needed here, we already know, "the rest of the story".

You must think you work for those English tabloids, because this is nothing but slander.

First, 4 of 6 keeper trout were mine and one of the flounders. I had hopes he would whop me, but alas it was not to be. He was the one who put the 4 hour limit on the fishing part of the trip. He picked the restaurant. He napped while I quietly cried over the game. He held his own in the raw bar. So sorry, but just like them tabloids, you got it all wrong...again

MudDucker wrote:

What a mess wrote:That was most likely outright child abuse.

I know you tried to knock his fish off with the net cause he was creaming you.

No doubt that is why you didn't fish any longer, was he was getting the best of you?

Then to cram your cake hole full of Mexican food, shame, shame, you gassy old codger.

Oh they joy of having your son witness your meltdown while your team is getting crushed.

Then off to douse yourself in drawn butter there is no graceful way to have a fine young man eat in public with butter soaked Budda.

Paul Harvey ain't needed here, we already know, "the rest of the story".

You must think you work for those English tabloids, because this is nothing but slander.

First, 4 of 6 keeper trout were mine and one of the flounders.

SO YOU WERE ABLE TO KNOCK HIS FISH OFF WITH THE NET.

I had hopes he would whop me, but alas it was not to be.

He was the one who put the 4 hour limit on the fishing part of the trip.

HIS LIMIT OF BEING ABLE TO FAKE YOU BEING A BETTER FISHERMAN A MINUTE LONGER AND THE TRUTH WOULD HAVE COME OUT.

He picked the restaurant.

He napped while I quietly cried over the game.

AS BAD A WHIPPING AS THAT WAS I BET YOU WERE CRYING.

He held his own in the raw bar.

IT MAY HAVE BEEN TRUE HE ENJOYED DINNER BUT HE ATE HIS AND AS USUAL YOU WEAR YOURS.

So sorry, but just like them tabloids, you got it all wrong...again

MY RENDITION MAY BE A TAD OVER DONE BUT I BET IT WAS AS NEAR TO THE TRUTH AS YOURS. BESIDES BUTTER SOAKED BUDDA JUST HAS A NICE RING TO IT.

YOUR THE LAWYER I AM SURE YOU KNOW THE TRUTH IS AN ABSOLUTE DEFENSE AGAINST SLANDER.

What a mess wrote:MY RENDITION MAY BE A TAD OVER DONE BUT I BET IT WAS AS NEAR TO THE TRUTH AS YOURS. BESIDES BUTTER SOAKED BUDDA JUST HAS A NICE RING TO IT.

YOUR THE LAWYER I AM SURE YOU KNOW THE TRUTH IS AN ABSOLUTE DEFENSE AGAINST SLANDER.

A tad...you wouldn't know a tad if it hit you in the head

Butter soaked budda....I know that is not an original by you, is that what someone called you the last time you were there

I am a lawyer and you would easy pickens except that you can't get blood from a turnip

No one needed to refer to me in that way as such table fair did not grace my lips.

I as did the others consumed Apalachacola Sushi and Gators fresh homemade Wasabi. (raw oysters and cocktail sauce)

Of course I fail to recall but there is a slight chance there was some blood from old war wounds on my shirt as I left. (I got as much cocktail sauce on my shirt as you did butter)

As for the allegation of plagiarism I would require that the original document be furnished as proof.
(You ain't got no witnesses and if you do they was drunk so they can't testify so tell Denny to hush or I'll spill the beans on him)

What a mess wrote:Of course I fail to recall but there is a slight chance there was some blood from old war wounds on my shirt as I left. (I got as much cocktail sauce on my shirt as you did butter)

Actually, it was a rare visit...no butter or other food particulate left the premises clinging to my shirt

I enjoyed lunch today.








did anyone notice in any of his gibberish that he had hired a guide at Presnels in order to beat his own son at fishing??

What a mess wrote:I enjoyed lunch today.








did anyone notice in any of his gibberish that he had hired a guide at Presnels in order to beat his own son at fishing??

Man, you are crazy. How does a guide with both of us in the boat mean I was trying to beat my own son. All that means is that I was too lazy to pull my own boat down there.

I am surprised it took you this long to make this post. I knew when I left lunch that ole bucket mouth would be back on here running his big ole mouth

All I know is when we fished the SJB tourney he and I both beat you and he slept 1/2 the day.

Why didn't the added facts include the Charter Captain's name, why not give him credit for his efforts?