Typical

Wednesday Gail and I continued our search for the sometimes elusive Bonito. We found them after a wait. We would go to where they should be and wait for them to show up. Some days the wait is measured in hours. They finally showed up and at times they were in good numbers. The only thing was that they would come up and bump the fly that they usually inhale. We finally gave up and to save some face we went in search of some happy fish. We found bass and blues that were more than happy to play so the day was salvaged and so were our egos.