Everyone there wanted to kill me. Or hoped I'd be struck dead. Can't blame them. How do you explain dumb luck? Lots of people there with more skill and experience. I just show
up and throw alot Posted from my iPhone/Mobile device
As an aside, Mr. Renegade was lamenting the fact that he had hooked a scup on his favorite epoxy jig until that scup miraculously turned into his first Bonito.
fished squibby pt last night and ran into Stripermaniac at the top of the tide.... no love for either of us unfortunately... the fishing has slowed way down both hardtails and bass/blues
Blond Terror
Hybrid Mode
