Left at 6 and ran around 25kts through the slop to the first spot. Covered up with b liners. Nothing touched the live baits. “Okay, let’s try another.” Same thing. Covered in b liners. A few c bass mixed in. Live baits ineffective (except for on sharks). Moved again, and wasn’t there long before some fine sirs came directly to me in their bote as if they were on safmc patrol. When they were still coming at 1/4 mile out, I drug the anchor and left. They came within hearing distance of where I was anchored. I moved 2 miles, and set up there. More of the same. And by same I mean more c bass, b liners sharks, and then mr. Cornhole again. I didn’t move this time to see how close he’d get. 100yds. Whatever dude… If you are that pathetic, I don’t think the fish need to worry about you. 
Moved again. Nothing but triggers. Mr cornhole never showed up. I felt lonely without him, so we decided to leave that spot anyhow. Made a 10 mile move and finally put a gag into the boat. 24.5 inches. Then sharks and such again. Moved one more time. Hit the money then with Jamie getting a nice gag off the bottom right after we missed him on the big bait rod. Then 2 more gags and a scamp along with more c bass, etc. Not the first snapper. Saw them on the sounder all day, but we couldn’t get one to bite. Sharks didn’t help the cause as they ate every smaller live bait of any sort…
Came in on a slick ocean with our motor and feet trimmed up after a long day.
Ended with a limit of gags (biggest 18lbs), an 8lb scamp, limit of c bass and pinks, banded rudders, greater and lesser jacks, and a few white grunts.
“Tigress” '88 Mako 211
Luke 8:22-25
