Fishin’, Drinkin’ and Stinkin’
Greetings from Ocracoke, NC. Bigwig and I are here with nine or ten other guys on our annual fishing trip. We’ve been here three days and we’ve actually caught a few fish this year. I fulfilled my quota with one fish in the first five minutes of having a line in the water and promptly gave up. I haven’t caught anything since. Of couse, my buddy Tommy and I have spent a great deal of time in kayaks and comparatively little time fishing. We paddled across the Inlet to Portsmouth yesterday afternoon and spent the better part of the morning searching the Sound side of the island for Oyster Creek. I don’t think we ever found it but we did spend two hours paddling up and down the shoreline. It was good times.
Right now we sit awaiting dinner. Tom is cooking up brats and the rest of us are recuperating from a long day of fishing, paddling, drinking, etc. We’ve caught a few pompano, a few blue and not much else. No Drum thus far, but hope springs eternal. Maybe tomorrow.
Anyway, we’ll post more as we have more stories to tell. There are really none to share so far. No poisoning to speak of, for example. We did make a lot of noise last night and were threatened with a call to the cops but no police materalized. I guess we quieted down.
It’s time for dinner. More to come, hopefully.