Well, the Mrs. was on fire with a purple rig I tied up for her. Maybe it was her on board yoga routine? Every time I looked over she was doing some kind of pose with her rod as an extension. The slow death rig I was experimenting with only produced one fish. While searching through my tackle for a change up I hear some weird high pitched squeal, thought I had a pump bearing going bad or something. Looked around to see a boat frantically trying to signal us. They had piled their lower unit up on some rocks. So we cut the trip short and gave them a tow in and a truck ride back to Sylvan. Real nice people who couldn't thank us enough. Mother Oneida can give, and also take away in a heart beat!
, glad you were there to help out 👍🏻
heres the pic from my camera fred, I ended up landing 9 if you got more then that, I think you may have got me last night ole man