But they abandoned our area by midday. Happy, happy. Caught a lots of fishes. I mean a lot. Too many shorties. The bite was timid and I mean timid, but occasionally one would whack the jig. Wind was cold from the North. Not many places to hide. Chartreuse glow was bringing home the bacon in 9-12 fow. Nothing shallow except turtles and a few high bank fisher folks.
Wind wore me out. Sun burnt me face. God blessed me.

