cobias and such
cobias and such
The guy I had on board today said I couldn’t post his pics for security reasons. Whatever. At least he took a few of me. Good red fishing or as we say here, “good puppy drum.”
Generally my patriotism isn’t as overt as a lot of guys I work with. But after my shift mate and myself climbed these ladders to hang this flag at the 9-11 memorial service I must say that my pride rang louder than most.
Sometimes you really make your parent’s proud and vice versa. My 74 yr old dad with one of his three cobia he caught with me the other day.
I would think at some point in my life I should grow out of this type of thinking.
Big day yesterday. 67 with only one angler. About as good as it gets right now. BTW, I’m the guy whose nose looks really big.
I’ve been guiding for a pretty long time now. One of the bonuses of the business is gratuities. Some are more deserved than others but they all offset the ever increasing expenses of running your own gig. Last week I got one that stands out at the top of all the over the top tokens of appreciation I have received over the years. A hand made thank you card with a gift certificate to my favorite local Mexican restaurant VIVA. Sweet!
They keep on biting. A couple of mild winters appear to have left our trout population very healthy. Lots of bites, action, and dinner. Enjoy y’all.
Another afternoon with the family (and a friend.). We caught the trout, tracked down the hermit crabs, and worked on our cannonballs and 360 cork screws. A very productive outing.