Foggy Saturday

This morning Jim came over for a short solo trip. When I arrived at my dock I couldn’t see my boat in its slip. Good times especially since I was picking up Jim at Watch Hill harbor. I made it there on time thanks to GPS and radar. We headed out with about 100 yards of visibility. That was doable. We found some fish that were playing hard to catch. A little while later I received my lucky phone call. Those who have fished with me know the power of the call. On Jim’s next cast the line went tight and after a few good runs our first bonito of the season was in the boat. A couple more casts brought our first chub mackerel in the boat. Because of time constraints we had to call it a day.