Tried my best to get Gwen a MONSTER. But never had a MONSTER bite. So her and her dad slayed the Whiting dang good. Filling the box with "future fish fry'ers". That did end up at Singleton's Seafood Shack around 1:30pm.
Same area, same bait, just not the same as Thursday with the Redfish rodeo going on. Guess, they just moved on into the river and then they scatter.
Now this is a real charter boat. We have loads of room!