Friday part two

When Gail made her “Good Luck” call this morning I told her to get the flyrods and meet me at the dock when the first trip ended. We headed out and for the next four hours we had a pretty steady bite. Not as good as earlier but still pretty awesome. We caught bass up to 12 lbs. and blues to about six lbs. It was too windy and rough for flies so we old schooled it with spin gear and bucktails. I even managed to get an adult bunker to eat a jig. We saw blitzes like we used to get in the old days. I finally had to beg for mercy and we called it a great day.