Despite being June in Florida, we eventually put on our sweatshirts. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, our blood has thinned, or whatever you may want to say. It sounds ridiculous to me too, but 75 with no sun and the sea breeze is chilly!)
Before moving to Florida our fishing trips were spent on the Potomac River in Virginia hooking up on large mouth bass. One of the best trips I remember (in regard to quantity caught), was a summer day just before the storm. The low pressure and overcast skies made for the perfect feeding conditions. We were watching the storm move in, lightning strikes getting closer, not wanting to call it a day because we were slaying them!
Feeling similar conditions today, I casually asked, "Do you think the bit will be good, like with bass, just before the storm?" My question was quickly answered with a ::zzziiing:: as The Fisherman's bait was picked up. He lost the fish, but with my next cast I was picked up!
The fish pulled hard, but I was relieved that it felt nothing like my 125+ pounder from last year. After a few good runs, and a valiant attempt to wrap himself around the trolling motor, we landed our first fish. About an 80 pounder. The storm was moving in fast and we knew we had to head to shore as soon as possible.
Here's our only photo of the fish...I catch it, he gets the photo op. Oh the life of a fisherman's wife...
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