finding the “Spot”…my tracking device refers to what i did for 20 minutes before I ran out the door to go gigging with daddy last night…lol…you ever put something somewhere and know you saw it recently but cant remember where?? Well I knew I had put it nearby and searched and searched…was just about to give up and went to grab my shoes and .“voila”…there it was…right where it should be…in my shoes I wore last time I went out in the boat…
…yep…getting a little senile…
So head off to daddy’s despite the forecast saying it might be a little windy…(little being the key word…was blowing a gale)…we havent been in a while and wanted to go…and what a adventure it was…
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We get to the dock and old faithful…daddys old 40 johnson on the Mckee,that ALWAYs cranks on the 1st or 2nd pull…doesnt…and not on #3,4,5,6…daddy says…looks like we arent going anywhere:frowning_face:…“one more try I say”…I go to the motor…say a little please.please.please…pull the handle and it roars into life…even shot out a cloud of white smoke in apology to scare of the skeeters that had been attacking us …and off we go!!!..moolight reflecting on the water…and unfortunately the wind blowing strong in our faces…as we tried to pretend it was because we were going SO fast:wink:…but unfotunately that wasnt the case.
First two creeks…muddy water…so muddy in fact I told daddy that the only thing we could see in it was marshmellows if we tossed some in 'cause it sure looked like hot choc.to me:smiley:…finally found a creek where we could see a little bottom in places…saw lots of crabs scurring away and shrimp eyes peering up at us between the oysters…probablly ticked because we were giving away their hiding places:wink:…but no flatties… some little mullet and needle nose fish followed along…and we did see some little sheephead.
So we’re pushing along and all of a sudden my gig pole feels weird…[:0]…and as I lift and look at it I realize…“holy shmolly”!!! I’ve lost my “Capt. Ed” gig h
