One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
After some work in the garden this afternoon, the wind died nicely, and I took it as a sign I should go fishing. I headed out around 4 and stayed until dusk. "Location X" was nearly empty. Only me and Ron "One Fish".
Fishing was pretty decent. I caught 20 fish. Not a single one made the trophy season size limit of 28 inches, but 2 came close, including this 27 inch fish, who got this trip on the deck because he had the hook pretty far down his gullet. I got it out without any obvious damage, except to my hands.