One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
I let Trevor talk me into going fishing this afternoon. Fishing wasn't quite as good as the last time I went, and the size tended to be a little smaller, but we did catch over 10 fish a piece
As dusk started to fall, Trevor hooked something that didn't fight like a striper. Eventually he pulled up this nice, slimy stinky (they really do have a different odor) shad. I don't know my shad well enough to know if its a Hickory Shad, or an American Shad, but whichever, it was the biggest shad I've seen caught at the infamous "Location X."
We did a couple drifts after the sunset, but it was pretty clear the best of the action was over.