Went out with the Fooman today at about 7:30am-High was 7-where to go????-ok lets try one favorite spot--



Picked up a couple of Blacks looked up and the Osprey was coming to the same piece of real estate -Ok no problemo--They were about 20 feet away so I figured Amanda was bringing us coffee and dough nuts--no such luck--someone on their ship must have brought along bananas because the bite shut down and we stared at each other for half an hour--the Osprey took of North (probably to the middle)and me and the Fooman needed better territory also--Ok -lets eat and decide where the F*** to go-----North -naw don't feel like the middle -Cranes -nope too crowded -Old field point-nope-a real parking lot -way east-naw Desi will claim I mugged him -Way west to the Celtic-nope-can't put up with Jimmy S.--Smithtown Reef hmmmmmm-nawww -Played out



ok slightly West to a wreck thats not well known--Thats the ticket--Got there with the tide running about 10am--First 30 minutes very snoozeful --and then...............................................



all hell broke loose--Fish after fish committed suicide -What a bite!!!!!!!!!!!



We landed about 45 Blacks between us --Only kept 5 lbs and up for our limit to 8.5 lbs--Crazy fishing for 2 hours or so--Just marvelous weather--water temp about 55--Just doesn't get any better than this