Jason, Slick and Omar were on the hook, chum bag deployed, in 70’ of water off Islamorada. A fine fall evening it was. Calm waters after two weeks of NNE 15 knot winds. A brisk current saw to it the chum would be delivered over a long stretch of reef.
The three had made an impromptu plan to fish that Friday Night and all day Saturday then head back to Fort Lauderdale Saturday night. Despite Murphy’s law being in full effect, the hapless trio of teens were on their spot with a half dozen other small center consoles.
Yellowtails were barely cooperating. The excitement of the trip down had settled into the doldrums of slow bite. As fatigue began to set into all three of them. Omar screams, “Slick, I’m on”. With that Omar’s 12# rod mounted with a new Penn 712 spinner began to scream.
Jason yells “Holy SH&T, what’s that!”. Omar retorts. "I don’t know but it ain’t stoppin’." “No idiot, not the fish, what’s that?” Jason yelled as he pointed West to the horizon.
The three had made an impromptu plan to fish that Friday Night and all day Saturday then head back to Fort Lauderdale Saturday night. Despite Murphy’s law being in full effect, the hapless trio of teens were on their spot with a half dozen other small center consoles.
Yellowtails were barely cooperating. The excitement of the trip down had settled into the doldrums of slow bite. As fatigue began to set into all three of them. Omar screams, “Slick, I’m on”. With that Omar’s 12# rod mounted with a new Penn 712 spinner began to scream.
Jason yells “Holy SH&T, what’s that!”. Omar retorts. "I don’t know but it ain’t stoppin’." “No idiot, not the fish, what’s that?” Jason yelled as he pointed West to the horizon.