One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
A Late Afternoon Fishing Trip
After a help-the-dog-get-acquainted-with-the-neighborhood with Skye and Georgia, and an attempt to get most of the leave off the yard with the lawn tractor, I snuck out with Trevor about 3:30, which, now that daylight savings time is gone, doesn't let us much daylight left.
We found some birds working fish just north of the harbor, but it didn't take many casts to prove they were small fish. We tried that 3 more times on the way to Location X.
Down at Location X, things were odd. A couple of drifts with nothing, and then both Trevor and I got hit. Trevor's was borderline small, while mine was big, but broke the leader near the boat. I tried on a new jig and caught this 24 inch fish on the next cast. Then it went cold again for a while.
As I was getting ready to call it a night, Trevor caught this 21 inch fish. A couple more hits, and we did call it a night.