My Dad, Pops and I started bright and early, hit the dock at 5:30, not another boat in sight. Once we hit main marsh we threw the rigs together, baited up, and starting casting. An hour later, still nothing, no fish, and no boats. We were beginning to think everyone else had the right idea.
We decided to poke around a bit and worked our way down the intercoastal. At this point we began to make excuses for ourselves, like most fisherman do when they know they have been beat. "Well the… Continue