Independence

I went on a couple of morning trips over the Independence Day Weekend. Saturday, I did a fairly good job using up my chum and eels catching sharks. I did mess up and catch a little cobia.

Sunday morning, I hit one of VMRC’s artificial reefs and had a limit catch of toadfish. OK, there is no limit but I got a bucket of toads. I used to call those things Southall fish because Charles Southall was so adept at catching them and he passed his skill onto his son, Hunter. I think that I have surpassed the masters. I declare myself as the best toad catcher in all of the Commonwealth. If anyone would like to take my title…please do.

I caught a half-dozen tautog, one of which already had a tag in it. I caught a red drum that had part of a gill net embedded in it. I cut that out the best I could before tagging and releasing it. A small cobia swam by the boat and jumped all over the jig that I cast to it. I caught some really small croaker and then there were these sheepshead things.