Due to injury, I could not go with the boys Sunday.

However, I called them on the cel around 10 AM. They answered, so I knew they stayed in close. The report was a cobia big enough to bump me off my own web page (a promise I made them) and other misc fish. I was bummed, and told them to call me when they get home so I could help clean fish and watch the super bowl and nibble deep fried cobia chunks.

The call never came. I watched the game alone, and wondering why my close friends shun me. The next day I get the real story.

When I called, Big T was in the water. Mark was following bubbles in some real sloppy seas, and the other two guys were chumming???

It was 4’ vis on the PI site, icy 63F bottom temp, etc, etc. The other two guys didn’t dive, it was too much for the, uh, how should I say,. . .the lilly liver land lovers. I need to be nice, so I can’t say more about that.

Anyway, what are you hearing?

Moose