Thursday night on Fulton pier, my daughter with her first nursery spec (of 3) for the evening.
and her second - Erin was fishing a Wright McGill Featherweight.
Sydney was the star, with four fish
the next day, we kayaked Lighthouse Lakes - of course, getting this crew out was like herding turtles
keeper of the compass
seemed that everywhere we went, we were kind of a loud entourage.
Between the glee, the complaints and the terror over the unknowns in the back bay.
And everywhere we went, everyone commented on it.
They heard us across the intercoastal and commented on it.
a nice lady fish (I broke off a really big spec) - I was fishing my Izch PB8667 and it was phenomenal in the 20-knot wind.
a blessed time.








