There's a Thanksgiving tradition 'round these parts. A group of men with places in
Kilmarnock head down for the weekend to fish and drink something stronger than their wives' insipid iced tea. Sometimes they stay at home for the holiday dinner, and sometimes not, depending on how relations are going with the missus. This year, Dad and I were invited by Builder Bob to join his crew. We initially thought it was owing to our sunny dispositions...turns out we just add more rockfish to the boat's limit...
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| Captain Bob |
Thursday and Friday brought bad weather on the Bay, so we postponed departure until Friday evening. Saturday, we were on the water early enough and cleared Indian Creek in plenty of time to watch the sunrise over Windmill Point. A day of trolling never got the skunk out of the boat, so it was back early for
dinner in Kilmarnock and some passing of George (Dickel) and lies around the table. Then off to bed, hoping for better luck in the morning.....
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| Sunup Over Windmill Point |
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| Lines Out West of the Ship Channel |
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