After the word got out that the tasty little morsels of the sea were plentiful (and in an attempt to fill the cooler again before THE MAN changes the catch limit to 5 per person from the current 15 per person), Uncle John, his son, Jeff, and I ran back out to 8A on Saturday with a little sloppier seas than Wednesday. It was a little bit more work to get out there but it was well worth it. Jeff had the hot hand that day, bringing up one after another MONSTER sea bass. We ended up with 44 sea bass and 1 triggerfish but out of those 44 there were 8 over 16 inches with the biggest being 19 inches. It was a lot of fun getting them on light tackle. So with a full cooler and a few sore backs, we headed back to dry land. After the customary stop at Nautical Spirits for “rehydration,” we cleaned fish till a nasty storm kicked up from the north and forced us to seek safe harbor. We did get enough cleaned for them to take a bag full of fillets with them. So that left just me with a measly 34 to clean on my first Father’s Day, which taught me a few things: 1- send whole fish home with people, 2- I need better shade over the cleaning table, and 3- I’m good on sea bass for a while. Oh well, what’s a little sun burn… it was only noon and we (Blythe, Cora and I) had a day on the water ahead of us and I still had plenty of fight in me.
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