I started out on the flats for sunrise this morning. I couldn’t get any houndfish to play (or specks or pups). I went on out to catch some oyster toads. Those guys are always ready to play. That bite went pretty well other than for these sheepshead things that crashed the party.
Another way to tell the story is that Stan kept all of the sheepshead the past two days so I had to back out again to catch my lunch.
