Most of you know that I fish pretty much all I want without the wife’s intervention if you know what I mean. You may not know that the weekend
closest to her birthday and Mothers day are the two weekends out of the year that I don’t make plans. She gets to do whatever she wants within reason.
Sometimes she just wants to go fishing without the kids. One hell of a women if she puts up with me and likes too fish. This past mothers day she
wanted to fish the beach targeting a large shark on Saturday and head to Louisiana to gamble on Sunday. Saturday started like most weekends,
we pack the truck and head to High Island. After 2 hours of traveling and with stops for gas, bait, and Whataburger we finally arrive. The water
was better than imagined. I could not wait to get out BTB and fish. We hurriedly set up the shark rods and the boys yakked them out. We had to
borrow bait from a friend because the big bait that Albert had brought happened not to be the stingray he thought it was. I told that boy to
make sure it was the stingray. Anyone heard “I checked it Dad”. If you checked it how did it become 3 big mullet when we hit beach? Hum????
Eventually I was able to get offshore around 300 hundred or so yards. I can see that not much was going on BTB or on the beach. Suddenly I see
someone (Anthony) running to a rod. Eventually he put it back into the rod holder. 10 minutes later I see him do it again. This time Mom is
handed the pole and I can see she had the harness on. The fight was on!!! I decide to pull anchor and see what was going on. When I arrived
on the beach it was all but much over. The boys helped Mom land her biggest shark to date. This 5’5” blacktip is not a bad Mothers day present.
This year my wife’s goal is to catch a shark over 7 feet. Not a bad start Priscilla!
Released!
I ate a sandwich and paddled another bait out. I was sitting there and I finally had a bite. It was a small shark that spit the hook. I then
catch 4 of the biggest slime balls you have ever seen. Can’t wait for the CCA Star tournament. I really hate gafftop!!! I am sitting there
looking at my balloon and I see a 5+ foot shark jump into the air. I thought the guys were hooked up again but they never saw the pole go loose.
After a few more minutes my balloon starts to take off. Fish on!!! I turned out to be a bout a 4-1/2 foot feisty blacktip. After releasing
him I decide to call it a day and head back in. Upon arrived no the beach I check the rods and sure enough one is slack. The boys missed a
good one. Oh well, that’s why it is called fishing not catching.
As for the Gambling trip to Louisiana on Sunday, I rather not talk about it!
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