It was hard to concentrate on fishing. Margaret sets a great spread. We had steamed shrimp, beef and turkey rolls, beer, donuts, and Twizzlers.
I had to keep prying myself out of that comfortable cabin to check lines for jellies and trash. Between the stories being told and the food, I almost forgot we were fishing. It felt more like sitting at Mikes North, drinking, and eating; oh that's right, we did that too
On my boat, you never forget you're fishing. On Jeff's boat, it's more like a condo on the water.
Thanks for a great day, under less than favorable conditions
5th