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8 pomps, 5 bonnethead sharks, 2 redfish, but no more black drum today.

Pompano, one scrappy fish that makes a great meal.

Nothing more surf sacred. The first presentation.

Flounder from the surf on Monday! Right after a Snook 🤘

Nice beach Snook! (Yesterday)

"The pleasure of fishing, anyhow, consists mostly in the exercise or the faculty of hope." ---J. Frank Dobie

Were truer words ever spoken?

From an August afternoon's coffee and education as the wind blows, the birds call, the crabs scurry, the trout flash and spin, and the baits sit out over the bar.

“Take it Colin. I won’t have it here. You’ll use it. And you’ll know when. You’ll know. I’ve chased those sharks for a long time, you’re a young pup for this game boy but you’ve got heart and you’re #%*^ crazy enough for it, you’ll do. Did I ever tell you about my boat in Cuba and the sharks down there….”
-talking shop with Capt Billy Sandifer again, Rest in Peace Cap

“We were gonna do it Colin, we were this this close to a billfish between the helipad as you call it, and the standpipe. And as you know there’s big fish in that middle ground son. I had the Mexican panga up and running trips and we were this close…this close…running out there every dog day of August just where you were fishing yesterday and on them like white on rice son. A billfish 2 miles from the beach. And I think we coulda done it…coulda done it.”

Capt Billy Sandifer and I, talking shop, Rest in Peace Cap

Making shark traces and finding Capt Billy’s old stuff.

Waiting…