Sunday, July 28, 2019

Little 'uns

July 28, 2019—A perfect fishing day. High in the 80s (we think. With no internet, I have no idea what the real temperature is). Humid, yes, but at the inlet the breeze was constant, and that made for a comfortable day to dip our lines.

We decided to fish at the spot where some locals said they always had luck. We started at 11 a.m. and finished around 5:00 p.m. I went back to the camper and made us a picnic lunch. Something about salt water…it whets the appetite.

We didn’t catch any big ones today, unfortunately, but we caught a variety of small keepers, mostly those tasty croakers. We took home five, but Jim also caught three baby sharks (two bonnet heads and one black tail). Although there is no size limit for either of these species, we decided to let them grow up a bit more. He also caught a saltwater catfish. Saltwater catfish taste very much like freshwater cats, but they have to be fairly good sized to get enough meat. This one was pretty small, so Jim threw him back, also.
Our take-home catch of the day, waiting to be cleaned. 

Tomorrow I think we will try our luck at the fishing pier here in the park. If they aren’t biting, then we’ll move to another spot.

Right now, I’m bushed. Saltwater not only stimulates your appetite, it also ensures you will sleep well that night.

Until next time,

Your Reluctant RoVer,


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