George and Doug
Can you say cold? It was the coldest night of the year so far. It wasn’t cold for Doug though, he is from Alaska. It was a cold windy day, the winds did finally lay down around 8 p.m. It was a cold ride to the bait spot. There wasn’t much sunlight left, but we managed to get enough bait. The tide was outgoing at dark. It must of switched to outgoing around 5 p.m. On the first drift, George hooked up with a Snook. He must of not got a hook set in it because it came off? Well, that would end up being one of the only two hits of the night. The tide was ripping out really hard and it was difficult to fish. We fished mixing up plugs and live baits for three hours before finally George got a bite and hooked up and landed a nice fat 30lb. plus Red. We almost got skunked. After that we fished for a little while longer and no luck. When the tide went slack at 10 p.m. it was time to go. To cold for the fish, to cold for me.