Soooooooo...id hit snooze on the alarm elevety hundred times, listening to the rain bucket down, until, with the glow of first light it seemed to be easing, so i grabbed a coffee, and headed out, to see if i could get a jack. As i was leaving i looked at the radar, and thought, yep its clearing, so didnt grab the raincoat. Heading down the river it was clear that wasd a rubbish decision, rsain belting my eyes. Didnt really matter as i ran aground, and [ushing the boat off it got deep, quick...Yahoo.... Anyways...lets find a jack....
Famous last words...I cast...and i cast some more, Popping up a few Tarpon and getting a few on Grubz, in amongst more casting..for zip..nada..Nothing...I went up, i went down..i went everywhere man..to no avail...As the tide roared in i changed tack, and went to find some cleaner water at the mouth of one of the rivers...After casting..and cassting some more..and another ice break..finally i got a bite...and after some screaming runs, line leaving rooster tails behind i finally netted a really nice Thready...Made the day worth while...Geez i hate big tides sometimes. Of note, i did find one of Dids secret fishing holes, with a Dids sized rod off the jetty, then driving home, waved to old mate sitting atop his housboat, he waved back, just as his missus sat up without a stitch on... and gave a wave...I was lost for words..and lost my bearings, nearly ending up the bank. Old mate that pulled in to the ramp after me looked like he was gonna have a coronary..."Did ya see that" he stammered...all i could do was nod...not a bad end to the day..
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