Gcor gave me a text friday night while I was at an auction. His son doesn't want to go fishing, would I like to join him in the morning. Man, I've been working on these target traps, got two to paint and deliver to the school monday morning. Suppose to rain sunday evening and monday morning so I say yes.
He's here at 5 am to pick me up and we head out. I haven't seen 5 am since I retired. The shore is lined with lights, as the sun comes up the shore is lined with people. We see a few big ones being dragged up the shore as we pick out what he thinks will be the best spot. Next thing I know he finds a big one and I find a throw back. The wind shifts from the east and the bite is off. We fish a lot more spots without luck. Don't see any bank fishermen bringing in any.
We load the boat and drive around checking other spots. Don't see anyone catching so we head home. 6 to 11 is enough time on the boat for these old bones. My waist is sore this morning. Got to do a few exercises before next trip.