BrainL, heretofore known as "B", and I made our annual tog trip yesterday. After much contemplation (5 seconds) on Friday afternoon whether to bass fish or jump in the boat, I called my bro back and accepted the tog invite. We agreed to meet up at his place @ 4am, or so I thought. My pounding on his door at 4am woke up his wife while he was soundly asleep on the couch with the T.V. blaring and every light in the downstairs on.
Not to worry though as we were on the docks in Westerly, RI by 6 AM loading up on freshly potted green crabs...