Snnnnooootty out there. Bushel of clams. Right conditions. Banner day HARDLY, but we got it down with a little help from a straight up site member Capt Carl from Wet Dreams.
Carl had us dialed in on the Shoal after a slow start on our first drop where Donnie broke out the Putt Putt rod and got the stink off early. He tapped away at the fish and the rest of us where hangin around scratchin. A couple of shorts, some finicky pick-puts and drops. Things slowed down just when we thought we had it happening. Made the move to where Carl said he had it going and we were on fish right out of the gate.
Kooz picked up the pace where Donnie left off. Skunk made a contribution with a mother blue and it was the first meat to enter the penalty pen. We all had a go at fish with decent run offs, tight hook ups and 4 stripers that were returned to grow a few more inches. Too bad because these fish could have made great platter partners all plump and meaty. Fiesty suckers too!. Our pick started to dwindle right around noon. I couldn't bear to head back to the barn without some contibution to the cooler by this crew. Pointed Z'Ob toward a reliable waypoint and took a slow motor searching for any sign of life on C80. We found a couple of boomerangs. It was enough to drop the hook for one more desparado attempt. Started the clams slappin, scattered shells and bait like Colonel Gadaffi pushing back the rebels from Misrata. Kooz strikes with an aerial assault and puts a fat 38" in the box and cracks a cold one in celebration
. He steps back up to the plate and cracks another one out of the park. Tikki gets poked real good. I'm cranking away. Fish surfaces. Fins flairing. Drag giving way. BOINK
operator malfunction on the knot
Skunk starts slap stickin a quality fish and drills the point home like a dentist probing a root canal. 34" goes to the dunk tank. Donnie has a turn at it and he gets a spit. Kooz is tellin Don that he's got one sniffing around but he had to make a call to the wife to make sure it commits. Don't you know it..... he's dialed in and he's got to hang up on misses cause his pole is bent in half.
Whew!!! 3:00. We are out of bait and finally packed some meat in ice. Thought we were going back with a blue for the Portuguese guy that Kooz knows and that was it. Just one more stop.... just one more stop.. just one more stop. This fishin stuff can get you going batty
