Yes, I'm now Mike's official cheerleader/benchwarmer.
Some things can't be explained. Last night about 8 pm I hit the water loaded with elvers and all. The rain is coming down sideways, wind is a stiff 20kts as I make my way to a spot on the east coast.
The plan is to hook up with Redlite around 9pm.
Things are quiet for the first hour as I probe the shoreline looking for signs of life. A red light appears in the distance and I know it will be only seconds before the gifted one appears and the bite starts. I was right.
St. Redlite appears and gives a hearty," Yoooooo! What's up buddy, any fish?"
"Nothing yet, its dead," I reply. A couple casts later I have a low 20# fish on the shore and its on.
As a good partner would do, I kindly hook up with a nice, fat 45" fish about 10 minutes later that put on a dsiplay I won't soon forget. Lots of thrashing on top and some serious drag given up. Fish was roughly low 30# class and I throw it back, looking for a bigger one. I reasoned right again.
We keep casting and have about 5 or 6 decent fish landed and released when I look to my left and Mike's rod doubles over as he starts screaming "SUPER COW!"
Mike beaches the fish and we both admire it. Figured it was high 30's. Every few minutes we check the fish out and it grows a little bigger so I get curious and put the tape on it and its 49".
We wrap the fishing up around 11:30 and start heading back to the trucks. The fish is getting bigger with the long walk over sand. I run ahead of Mike so I can grab the camera for a few shots as we figure the fish is low 40's.
Long story short we get a few pics and throw the fish on a digital scale. It reads 46# and some ounces..
What else can I say, when you're hot, you're hot.