Thanks for your patience, guys. Like I said, we knocked 'em dead. I was starting to get worried the pictures might be lost. Have you ever had someone take trophy photos for you---and wait for what seems like an eternity? I suppose that's a good problem to have, but, well, It kind of sucks!
I'd hate to have guys calling
if I didn't have photographic evidence. As previously mentioned, all the action was square off the bottom. Surprisingly enough, they didn't fight as hard as I would have expected. In a short while we had limits for four anglers. A feast fit for a king! Enough for the entire village to sink their teeth into. I could only get five in the photo, but we harvested forty pigs on this day.
There was a lot of blind stabbing around in the dark and then you'd feel a solid bump with the spike---actually, reminded me of high school in many ways. Crazy fun, though. Something I could really see all your significant-others getting into. If she likes going shopping at the mall, gossiping while texting and driving at the same time---she'll absolutely love fishing for these guys. Seriously!
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What? Were you expecting something else? Even Yellowtail get boring after a while. My next post will have an incredibly dead, White Sea Bass.
