So last night we planned to hit the Galveston Causeway under those delicious variable winds below 5 mph. But plans go bad & we hate parking at Fat Boy's, so we launched about 12:30 pm at our best nighttime spot, Sea Isle.
My problem was some damn food poisoning probably gotten from a bad brownie eaten at 11pm. I felt so groggy I anchored up in a back canal for a full 2-hour Man-Nap. The glassy waters rocked me to sleep, until I heard Shoffer motoring up about 4am with his box of legal gamefish.
Not only did he tow me back in w/ his trusty Outback trolling motor, he gave me his two specks (17" & 19") and his pretty spotted Redfish at 22". I'll be having those for a Fish Fry tonight.
Maybe I should call Shoffer to cook 'em up, clean up the kitchen, & tuck my tired ass into bed!
This is my report of a skunked, sick fishing trip made great by my fishing buddy Shoffer. Thanks, Stewart!
There's a good reason I choose to fish with him. He takes care of me & gets the job done. Fish w/ him & find out for yourself. But I get to be the one towed in...
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