I started calling around to see if anybody was close with a spare and Suber said he was at the house and didn't mind helping out.   Wetnap called while I was in Crawfordville and said AH was full of boats so we decided to head to Oyster Bay.  The wind was blowing pretty good at AH, but this is what OB looked like.

We both started throwing topwater and and Wetnap got first blood on a Papa dog.

We chased a school around for a few minutes, but nothing else would bite.  We continued to fish the grassline and I layed into a nice overslot fish but he shook my weedless spoon at the yak.  I was pissed.  We move on and a airboat cruises by us and camps out on a oyster bar for five minutes then  takes off.  Still pissed, we start talking about our spot was ruined.  Next cast, I catch a 25 incher, airboat somewhat redeemed.

We head back to the landing and some lady asks me if its ok to keep sea turtles because some idiot had caught two and they were in the bed of his truck?!?   Trying not to kick his ***, we politely removed the turtles and put them back in the water.  Leaving me with the conclusion that some people should not be allowed to reproduce. 

I head back to Suber's to return the paddle and he had gone to run an errand.  He must have been in a hurry because he forgot to take his lunch with him.  Cameron must have called, I guess.  It didn't look very appetizing anyway, so no harm no foul.   

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