Set out the BIG sharkin rod all morning on the falling tide with BLOOD chum in the water. Zero action.
TOO many Seabass, and TOO many just short of keeper status.
But Jim prevails during the 1st half of the morning.
Then later on we caught plenty. But this time...."I'm gonna share with you the BLOOPER reel, also."
Ended up being a fun day, with two great guys. The way it's supposed to be.
(I will fight kicking and screaming..."I'm not a party boat!!!!")
Contained here; The thrills of Victory, the Agony of defeat: