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.
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