St. Marks 12/04/05
Posted: December 5th, 2005, 6:52 pm
(Me and my Wife) Put the boat in at Shields around 7:00 am. It was 36 degrees. It was a long cold ride down to the wreck to check for the sheepies. That old motor always amazes me each time it starts. I gotta say we were flat out flying down the river wide open quickly burning up some of that old fuel. I let my wife take the wheel for a few minutes while I fumbled around with some gear and anchor ropes. The sky looked almost spooky.
The morning sky, with the wreck marker on the right, Lighthouse to the left.
When we finally anchored down on the wreck, the tide was still dropping and I was hopeful we could catch some of them "big-boy" sheepies. Instead we picked up two or three pups, and 1 legal keeper sheepie (which I blackened ate last night). We also caught a mess of puppy black sea bass and released them.
I must confess, my wife did most of the fishing and caught all the fish. She don't touch fish, or any kind of bait or fish, wet living or frozen. She was pulling them in quicker than I could get my line and pole baited. She was having fun and I was glad. Sometimes she don't understand why I like to go almost every weekend. Around 12-1, the bite stopped and the wind kicked up so I decided to check the regular sheepie holes upriver. Knada.... Ran up the river further and further past the power plant. Saw a few boats. I could see some fish in the bottom reader, but they seemed more scattered about than normal. Got a few bites, and snags and wifee wanted to go home.... you know the rest of the story....
The morning sky, with the wreck marker on the right, Lighthouse to the left.
When we finally anchored down on the wreck, the tide was still dropping and I was hopeful we could catch some of them "big-boy" sheepies. Instead we picked up two or three pups, and 1 legal keeper sheepie (which I blackened ate last night). We also caught a mess of puppy black sea bass and released them.
I must confess, my wife did most of the fishing and caught all the fish. She don't touch fish, or any kind of bait or fish, wet living or frozen. She was pulling them in quicker than I could get my line and pole baited. She was having fun and I was glad. Sometimes she don't understand why I like to go almost every weekend. Around 12-1, the bite stopped and the wind kicked up so I decided to check the regular sheepie holes upriver. Knada.... Ran up the river further and further past the power plant. Saw a few boats. I could see some fish in the bottom reader, but they seemed more scattered about than normal. Got a few bites, and snags and wifee wanted to go home.... you know the rest of the story....
