Took Friday off and headed off shore at daylight, met some 2 footers at the beginning and they soon grew to 3-4 footers! Since I was close to a close in spot, I decided to troll on over to it before going back in. About half a mile from my spot the FF LIT UP

and about 5 seconds later I thought that I had hung the structure...... but it pulled back when I started reeling in

28 incher in the box, troll back over and ZZZZZZZING then quite, check the rig and the hook is bent! Fix it and troll back over again, BAM, another 28 incher goes in the box

troll over it some more, get the hook bent twice more, change out hooks on the stretch and try again, the pole gives a slight bend, then goes slack, cut off clean and my favorite stretch is gone

Put out the other pole with a Green tiger-stripe on it and BAM, the drag is going and I got a fight on my hands. After about ten or fifteen minutes of "now I see you, now I don't", I had my first keeper Cobia in the boat at just over 33 inches "he looked a lot bigger or I wouldn't have gaffed him"

Did I mention that all this happened in about 45 minutes

After the Cobia the bite shut down and wasted another 3 hours trolling before heading in around lunch.
Sorry pic of the fish "I shoulda checked the pic before cleaning them"
Aligator point in the distance, after it had calmed down a bit
Saturday the wife and I went out of Bottoms, not much water and not much action! I managed 3 17 inch Trout and the wife got skunked "didn't take a pic of them
Sunday "today" I went to the river at day light, stayed an hour and just had to go back to the offshore "no wind blowing"

put in at Mashes and met them 1 to 2's again, slogged my way on out anyhow

by the time I got out there the seas where back up to 3 to 4's with an occasional 5 or better

trolled about 30 minutes before letting my self preservation kick in and headed home, no Grouper "saw a bunch on the finder" but did get a 29 inch King
Man, I'm tired again just typing all of that
