We had an awesome evening! Some friendly jabbing about who's going to catch the most fish (the livebaiter or the artificial guy) and some good fish tales was just what I needed to take my mind off being hijacked.
Right off the bat Joel hooks into a redfish that eventually won the battle after breaking the rod and snapping the line. We watched the bobber swim off into the sunset like a scene in Jaws when they harpooned the barrels to the shark. A little later, we saw the barrel... I mean bobber pop up on the flats. Luckily, Joel had thrown every piece of tackle he owned in the back of the truck so he had a backup rig and was able to keep fishing.
We caught some nice reds, black drum, and snook between the both of us and we were only there a couple of hours. After it became dark, the bite turned off so we called it a night. Joel stuffed me back in the truck and replaced the blindfold for the ride home. Thanks again Joel... for stopping before shoving me out!
