It was a morning of "First Drifts". As soon as I had a hit or hooked up it was time to leave that spot because further casting was futile. I kept going on a circuit of "the" spots in that cove. I had been casting towards the shore all morning, but when I decided last cast, I tossed my plug out away from the boat into the middle of the cove just for chit and giggles. BAM, a 28" keepah violently crashed my popper, so she's been invited for dinner tonight...
As far as the 4 other "Keepahs", I hit the river at slack tide and found a huge flotsam patch that had 4 beautiful lobstah buoys. We use these to decorate the trees on the path going down to the dock...
Ironically, just yesterday I was listening to lobstahmen complaining about all the gear they had been losing recently because of pleasure boats cutting off their buoys. I laughed out loud when one said, "You know those crazy people from away now have 2 outboards on their boats!! Why do they need two." He was exactly echoing my thoughts in that unless you're running 100 miles to the Hudson Canyon, why incur the expenses of more than 1 motor if you really don't need them except to compensate for other "shortcomings" in you life...
