The fishing wasn’t quite as hot as it was yesterday, but Jim & I still managed to get 87 fish between us.
Jim got one about 29″, I had one over 30. It wouldn’t open its mouth so I grabbed the jig head and tried lifting it that way. Very bad idea. It shook, the jighead slipped, and the line popped. That would’ve been heartbreaking, but at least I got to touch it. Not so with an even bigger fish a little earlier. Jim couldn’t reach its mouth and tried to land it by grabbing its tail. He actually had it 3/4 of the way into the boat when it went berserk and ended up back in the drink. I’m going to have to seriously consider getting a big collapsible net that will fit in my rod box.
Of course Jim didn't seem to be dropping any.
Anyway, great weekend. It’s nice that the fish finally woke up.