We took the five to seven mile boat ride and made the north jetty in about fifteen minutes or so. The water was chocolate brown, but you could see the color change about a mile offshore making it our way. Live mullet and shrimp were baited up and in the water in short order.
One of Lou's good friends, Number 9, had the first bite. I know, you're thinking, "What kind of name is Number 9"? I asked the same thing. He was the ninth kid out of ten. In Vietnam, that is what his parents named him. No kidding.
We de-barbed the nice ray and decked him for future shark candy.
The wind showed up and in a bad way. It came from the WSW and started making for unstable seas. We moved a few times looking for more favorable conditions, but a westerly wind is tough to contend with here. Another good friend, Joe, managed a nice bull red near the rockline. We snapped a shot and back in the water it went.
We caught quite a few whiting and croaker, but that was about it for tablefare. Didn't really matter though. We had grilled ribeyes, sausage, and potato salad onboard the boat. Good grub for a fatboy like me.
That's about it fellas. With wintertime, fishing posts can be hard to come by. So I'll donate this one and hope the next will have a little more action. Everyone have a good weekend while I'm slaving at the refinery.
