WB catches his first fesh. 3 hours into the trip. It was actually a keeper and he was so excited. But he had hooked it deep and it was bleeding like a stuck hog. He jus let
It drip blood all over the barge floor and rail. Capt Feelay scolded him to no avail. I guess he figured he'd clean it up durin his next round of wipe down. Boy, IS really has him trained. He once even asked where the mop bucket was.
Well as he was puttin his fesh in the jacuzzi of a livewell, I noticed what appeared to be rain on the south east bank about 1.625 miles from us. I pointed it out to captain Feelay and he said, no not rain, just dust kickin up. Hmmmm just dust kickin up. Well over here on my side of the werld, when dust is kickin up they's either a truck passin by or the wind is blowin purty hard. But WB kept insisting it was gonna miss us, but the noticeable white capping off in the distance stated otherwise. From the time this dust that was jus kickin up, til those whitecaps were slappin the side of the barge and the sunbrella almost takin one of the jr feelays out of the boat like Dorthy, there was an elapsed time of about 1 minute and 12 seconds which relates to around a fitty mph wind. It was a race for our lives to get the poles in and get gone. Oh, did I mention that lightening was also poppin? Well I should have. Then it happened.