Hooters, Hooters, Hooters,
We went ot the sands, and it was highly unproductive. Mung out at the south entrance, Clean flat water out of thee north side. Damn Hummer convetion out there, and I'm not talkining the P-Town kind either. One guy had enough light to light the city of Boston, most were not even aired down. The trail out to the beaches were rutted to crap because of it.
We left there and hit the exit6 rest area for gas and goodies. We decided to try the ditch for a bit. SF decided she was gonna head home. We were a little worried this being her first trip down this way, with a long way still to go home. Well she called us on the cell to let us know she had goteen home ok. John and I checked the time, and were amazed at how fast she got home. Bob managed a twinkie, I lost a tail to a splitail to a BLOO. Chris jigged up a lob, and that was our fun for the evening.
Thanks Mike and Barbra, Mr & Mrs Pasngas, IFISHGIBBS, and his dad for manning the grills.
By the way Congrats to Saltheart on a fine 1st place grabbing ditch fish of 41 1/2" . The bar is getting higher and higher.....
Oh and that 1208 is SCHWEET.
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