God how many "new moon in November" BI trips did I get conned into
Nebe telling me I'd never catch with top water beneath the lighthouse. Then zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Lacerating the **** out of my thumb filleting said fish at 1:30am with nothing but toilet paper and duct tape for medical supplies.
The disco floor of bioluminescent plankton by the Coast Guard.
That sausage and egg breakfast burrito at the airport.
Oakley dropping my 50 (likely 65) in the wash at SW point when it was 35 below zero.
Paulie and Dangles bromance in the parking lot for the ferry.
The endless sleep, fish, lasagna, bourbon cycles. Rinse and repeat.
Paulie going for a near swim at Gracies.
Oakley lusting after all the "really fine mud" after Sandy.
Ok, actually those were some good times.