Well this weekend was pretty fun. at 5:00am I woke up and grabbed my gear and loaded up my boat. We launched duck pond and headed straight rum point channel, with in 10 mines we were out and I slacked out 3 rods and headed out dead north.
About 10 miles off shore we turnaround and headed to east end. within 10 mins my rod got hit and a lousy bara was on the line, I pulled him in and I put it right in the fish bag. still heading to east end we got into about 600 ft of water and started deep dropping for grouped and something with a lot of teeth cut my rig in half.
Just right after making a new grouper rig my dad spotted birds and with no hesitations full throttle we were running to the birds and watching the dolphins jumping out the water. By time we made it there the fish were still on the surface and Kyle casted a whole squid anh hooked up on a horse eye jack. After getting the jack in the boat I slacked out 3 more lines. BAM!! The rod pop out the outrigger, I grabbed the rod and set the hook. In my head I was talking to myself say give the rod to Kyle because in experience I've seen kyle miss the gaff shot. So I passed on the rid and made him fight him, right at the back of the boat I grabbed the line and gaffed him but he tried to run and the line was cutting my hand but I never gave up. with all of my might I flung him in the boat and we headed home.



