We ran out on the last day of the year, and the last day of sea bass season, to a calm and foggy ocean.
On a personal note, my cell phone died. I sent Charles a text to let him know where we were headed and that was the last of life for my phone. So, I’m not ignoring anybody on purpose. Until I can get a new phone…email, call the house, office, or just call Tricia. Half of you already know her number.
Fishing was good. Stan Simmerman, Johnny Boyd, and myself kept a limit of nice sea bass. We kept 19 triggerfish and released others. A half-dozen were large enough to weigh for citations. I caught the only tautog.
It was a great way to see out the old year. I guess I will see in the new year shopping for a phone.
