Happy hour is a daily occurrence and unlike the Happy Hours
at bars very few people drink. It’s a time when we all gather together to share
what we have done that day and a time to make plans for trips, fishing, or
other fun events. Our friend Dave asked Roy and I if we would like to go
fishing in his boat and of course we jumped at the chance.
We woke up the next morning to a heavy, dense fog and a fog advisory had been issued but we were
able to make the short drive to the boat launch and the fog seemed to clear
enough so that we could motor to Dave’s fishing hole.
After things quieted down a little, we started to see some
swirls from larger fish and casting dead shrimp to the sand holes, (if you look carefully you can see the slight color change where the sand holes are,) holes it didn’t
take long before I missed a bite.
Casting back out it wasn’t long before my
bobber started to move and then sudden disappeared. Setting the hook, I knew I
had a nice fish and Dave netted the nineteen-inch black drum.
Dave’s turn was next as he cast to my spot and his bobber
disappeared. It was my turn to handle the net and we soon added another nice
black drum to the cooler. After several more fish Roy set the hook on another
black. All three were about the same size and then things slowed down.
After lunch the bite the returned and we added more black
drum. Later in the afternoon redfish started to hit and I caught a twenty-two-inch
keeper which Dave surpassed with a twenty-four-inch fish. It had been a steady
day and we had not moved from the first spot we had tried.
We had enough fish in the cooler for our upcoming fish fry!
All that was left was to clean the fish and the boat! Its always fun to go
fishing with Dave and for some reason we sure seem to catch lots of fish. Thank
you, Dave, for the great day!
Clear skies
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