With the seas looking like they were calming down, we decided to head down early Friday morning. The wind was forecasted for 7 miles an hour in the morning, felt more like 15. With a considerable chop, we began our way down south. Before too long we spot some birds and I see the unmistakble slash of feeding Jack Crevelle. First cast I am hooked up on a nice Jack. While I am fighting my Jack on a trout rod, Cole hooks up and and lands a nice one. After a 10 minute fight, the hook straightens and the jack is gone. As I was chasing the school down down the bar, I stepped on a stingray. Luckily I stepped on his tail and missed the barb but found the spikes on the top of the tail, leaving me with a nice slash across the width of my foot. After chasing the school a couple more miles, we decided to head south. After finding a less weeded out spot, we set up camp. Some mullet were schooled up in a nearby hole, so we began picking off the Redfish and Jacks.

Shane and I began running baits in hopes of picking up a shark despite the terrible weed situation. After 4 runs and dropped baits, we were starting to get a little worried. Finally I get hooked up on a nice fish, 20 minutes later I land a nice 5'9" female bull.

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