First post. Been reading for a while. Got the wife out on the jon boat early saturday morning and we hit all the usual folly spots for sheepshead, reds and black drum. the action was pretty non-stop but all the keepers were under one dock together. Glad her dad taught her to love fishing!
Nice report when’s supper? 
Welcome to the forum
1966 13’ Boston Whaler “Flatty”
2018 Sportsman Masters 207
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WELCOME TO THE FORUM ; CONGRATS ON THE CATCHIN 
KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THE MAD ACTIVITIES
George McDonald
US Navy Seabees,Retired,
MAD, Charleston Chapter
[http://www.militaryappreciationday.org
When you see “Old Glory” waving in the breeze, know that it is the dying breaths of our fallen hero’s that makes it wave.
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Great job.
Been married Twenty years
She went every time I asked before we were married
Once the ring went on and I was netted and in the cooler she’s been maybe twice
Funny how that works!
MY WIFE COULD CARE LESS ABOUT FISHING BUT LOVES TO BE ON THE WATER AND CAN HANDLE THE BOAT AS WELL AS I; SO SHE DRIVES AND I GET TO FISH:smiley:
George McDonald
US Navy Seabees,Retired,
MAD, Charleston Chapter
[http://www.militaryappreciationday.org
When you see “Old Glory” waving in the breeze, know that it is the dying breaths of our fallen hero’s that makes it wave.
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Well done and welcome aboard! You fished the tail end of the tide?
Fishing Nerd
“skilled labor isn’t cheap, cheap labor isn’t skilled”
Thank’s y’all! Appreciate the warm welcome.
Stump, We fished dead low until almost high tide
15’ Duracraft
E-tech 25
MY wife doesn’t fish but loves to be on the boat. Whether she goes or not, if she doesn’t give you grief about going and she doesn’t mind that fact that you need ANOTHER rod or reel, she’s a keeper. Welcome aboard.
“Apathy is the Glove into Which Evil Slips It’s Hand”, but really, who cares?
Welcome OJB, you are a blessed man to have a wife that loves to fish!
That’s a keeper. Buy her dad a bottle.
Packing up for the hurricane, my wife looked in the back of the suburban and said “How many fishing poles do you have?”
Turns out there are 32.
At this house…
“No… it’s okay, I know the way out…”