One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Trevor and Goliath
There being no wind, and plenty of light in the sky when I got home, I called Trevor to see if he wanted to fish. (He turned me down last night, but he had a good excuse, a wake). We left the dock around 6:15, and made it to the fishing hole by 6:30. We were one of four boats there when we arrived, and one left shortly thereafter. We started catching right off. Trevor got this "medium" pretty early on:
I answered soon after with this nice 35 inch fish. By this time, I already count the trip a success...
But Trevor wasn't done. On the next drift he got what appeared to be a log with a head-shake..
The fish was 40+ inches (it was at least 4 inches over my 37 inch scale, and still had a good bend in the body). For the rest of the night he called it "Goliath."
I caught this 32 inch fish after it was pretty dark,
Shortly after that we took off for home. The sun well behind the Western Shore.