We took a looong ride.

Monday Gail and I decided to go until we couldn’t. The water was flat when we headed out. We had a report of hard tails way to the east. On the way we encountered an acre or two of hungry bass with only one other boat close. Most of these fish were six to eight pounders. I did manage an 18 pound fish on an inch long fly. After a bit we decided to keep moving. We made an uneventful trip to Pt. Judith. We hung out there for awhile and saw one bonito taken by a guy blind casting. We gave up and headed West. The bass were still there so we picked up a few more and called it a day. Jack was out today and the fish had moved. Someone must have left the gate open.