Well... they ran finally. And though I got there late I did in fact walk off the beach with what amounted to a limit of day fish. Yes day fish. April is winding down and I have yet to catch a single nightie. Go figya. A little further north than I anticipated.
Listen people. I don't want to see any more pictures of your Marilyn, okay? There's nothing I can do about it. I'm otherwise occupied all week and Mikey's boat is dead in the water. Gone all next week to Ireland. So leave me alone... please. I'm begging.
No more salmon pix...
Please, don't you realize I'm...
... dying of envy.