Sometimes you’re the dog. Sometimes you’re the fire hydrant. Saturday was our day to be the hydrant. Woke up at 2:00 am to a flat tire. After fumbling around in the dark for 45 minutes I finally got it changed. On the way to Georgetown to splash the boat one of the crew gets cold feet because of the storms to the northeast and bails on us.
That leaves three of us. No problem. I had been watching the wave forecast and knew it was going to be a sloppy ride out. Cleared the inlet and pointed the bow to GTH. With storms to the northeast we kept an eye on the radar. About 8 miles from the hole we ran into one of the showers. It didn’t look like much on the radar but man did it pour. Lines in at 170 feet. The hole was dead. No flyers, no weed, no rips. Trolled to Bubble Rock where things were looking better. Found an edge with sparse weed and followed it north. We found several small mats up the line. We trolled the edge the rest of the day until it started to break up. We managed to pull 9 slingers and 1 gaffer bull off of it. Seven of the fish hit pink/ blue on the riggers. One on green/ chartreuse and one over zealous slinger tried to eat a 13" Warhorse marlin lure but found the hooks instead. Much better ride back to GT than on the way out. The grilled mahi I had for dinner last night sure made it all worth while.
Hey you made it out there, caught fish, and made it back safe. Doesn’t sound like a bad day to me
“Good things come to those who bait”
That’s what I was thinking, I’ve had a lot of days worse than that 
Capt. Larry Teuton
Swamp Worshiper
Great job getting out there and catching some fish!!
Sea Hunt 225
Yamaha F200
That’s further than I got. boat never left the yard:roll_eyes: