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Sometimes the best laid plans...
I fished the Ches Bay out of Onancock VA in a club tourney with my Dad and Uncle Saturday in 95+ heat. We had a good day catching about 1 million croakers, a trout, and a few blues. I tried everything to catch a decent flounder with zero luck. Somedays it just ain't meant to be, but a good day with the old man is always a good day.
We decided that Sunday we'd fish way south, off the mouth of the Ches Bay looking for a big drum. Well, the sharks and skates kept us company and ate most of the bait, but no drum for us. The highlight of the day was a rescue. We were anchored up in a very swift current and watched someone fall overboard off a 24 Albe. They were over 100 yards from the boat in a matter of seconds and it was readily apparent that I could get off the anchor much faster than they could, so we scooped the poor guy up. Karma should be with us for the year. Finished up the day with a family lunch with Mom and my Aunt.
Monday we headed offshore in search of Charlie the Gay Tuna. Well, we couldn't even find canned tuna. We did salvage the day with numerous chopper blues and false albecore. The Mate on this boat is a close friend as is the Captain. I was working the pit with Kyle most of the day. We had five fish hooked up at one time, and after boating three, I saw out of the corner of my eye Kyle's high dollar sunglasses going over the side, followed by a huge splash. Man overboard agian
. As we were still moving forward I yelled MOB to Perry up on the bridge while scrambleing for the life ring. Once I got it I was just about to throw when I started laughing so hard....he was swimming toward the boat fine....I asked if he was fine and when he started cussing I knew we were good. I boated the last two false albes, then drug his sorry a s s through the tuna door. I'd give big bucks for pictures of that, but I don;t think we got any as everybody else was on a rod.
That's my story....there are no pics....and now I have to work a friggin month to pay the fuel bill....and I can't wait to do it all again ASAP
I fished the Ches Bay out of Onancock VA in a club tourney with my Dad and Uncle Saturday in 95+ heat. We had a good day catching about 1 million croakers, a trout, and a few blues. I tried everything to catch a decent flounder with zero luck. Somedays it just ain't meant to be, but a good day with the old man is always a good day.
We decided that Sunday we'd fish way south, off the mouth of the Ches Bay looking for a big drum. Well, the sharks and skates kept us company and ate most of the bait, but no drum for us. The highlight of the day was a rescue. We were anchored up in a very swift current and watched someone fall overboard off a 24 Albe. They were over 100 yards from the boat in a matter of seconds and it was readily apparent that I could get off the anchor much faster than they could, so we scooped the poor guy up. Karma should be with us for the year. Finished up the day with a family lunch with Mom and my Aunt.
Monday we headed offshore in search of Charlie the Gay Tuna. Well, we couldn't even find canned tuna. We did salvage the day with numerous chopper blues and false albecore. The Mate on this boat is a close friend as is the Captain. I was working the pit with Kyle most of the day. We had five fish hooked up at one time, and after boating three, I saw out of the corner of my eye Kyle's high dollar sunglasses going over the side, followed by a huge splash. Man overboard agian

That's my story....there are no pics....and now I have to work a friggin month to pay the fuel bill....and I can't wait to do it all again ASAP
