Tuesday, March 22, 2016


Not much to say except sunset shots and sore stomach muscles from giggling for 13 hours.  Captain drew picked me up at 7:15 AM and we drove to Goodland where Mr. T was waiting.  The fishing was outstanding and the effort was colossal....the catching was non-existent.   No Tarpon, no Snook.  One shot at a passing shark and a few departing wakes from a couple of reds using the stained water to their advantage...

We got back to the dock at 8:38 PM.  Like I said, colossal effort...

The rest of the trip went well too.  The girls swam, enjoyed the sun, picked shells and swam again.
I found some seatrout off the beach and watched my daughter pull in her first pompano.

No complaints.