Back on the Flats

I took the boat to Dare Marina during lunch for a 100-hour service hoping to have it back for the weekend. They called me a couple hours later saying it was ready. I love that place. Back to the flats I went after work. This evening the drum were larger from 20 to 30 inches long. When do we stop calling them puppies? On the tackle I was using, they were kicking my butt. I’m going to call them butt-kickers. I ended up landing nine with a number of doubles.