Sonny, Jackson and I decided to sleep in and let the tide come in some. We put the boat in at the lighthouse at 10:30 with very little water, but enough to get out.
By 11 am we had 3 gags in the boat, 23, 27 and 33" respectively. Water was slick with a slight roll to it. We hit a couple of different places and ended up trolling up to a few numbers I had 3 miles away. As we approached the area I could see the dark outline of the rocks. 10 seconds passed and we both doubled up. 2 more gags, 1 keeper, 1 right at 22 that went back. As we brought in these fish, we could see several more trying to take the baits from them. We turned around and went back over it again. Sonny hooks up with a good fish and I reel in the other rod with the CD14 rapala, working it like a jerkbait. I watch 2 gags explode on the lure but one comes off. We land these fish 24" and 26", and set up for another pass.
Just as I get turned around, some piece of fecal matter in a Pathfinder comes screaming up to the spot from well over a half mile away. Falls right into my troll line and follows me through my spots. Then as I turn around to go back he turns first, gets to the spot, cuts off the motor and throws a marker buoy.
I can't believe my eyes. So I proceed to troll around his boat within 5 feet several times without a bite. The guy never says a word, which tells me he knew what he was doing.
Having my father in law and 6 year old son on the boat is probably the only thing that saved me.
He finally got tired of me trolling around his boat and left, so we drifted with cut bait and caught a few nice rockbass.
We put the boat on the trailer at 3pm with a ice chest we could barely close.
Baits for the day were Blue hologram stretch 25, and the Blue firetiger CD14 rapala. All fish caught within sight of the lighthouse in less than 20 feet.
Ignore the date, its in the wrong format.
Final tally:
6 gags to 33"
7 rockbass
1 a**hole in a white 22 foot Pathfinder with a t-top and a dog.
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