Now that is one fine mess of mutton snappers.
These were caught yesterday when Hank and I went to a spot I have been wanting to try for some time. Now I have to tell the truth about my fishing partner. When we got to that spot he was strictly a nonbeliever. He even went so far as to say “we won’t catch any fish here, I don’t even know why I bother baiting my hook”. I said to him “Oh thee of little faith, give it some time”. He was not convinced one bit until—–I had my rod in a rod holder and he was just laying on the deck of the boat repeating we were just wasting our time. Then my rod bent and the drag starting to sing. I boated a nice mutton and just a few moments later, boated another. It didn’t take him long to fish right in my water. I told him you have the entire ocean and you have to fish in my spot? He just ignored me and then his rod bent and the drag started singing.
In the next hour or so we boated several nice muttons. I had to remind him again and again every time he had a fish on about his being a nonbeliever. He finally admitted it was a pretty good spot.
Our two biggest fish were very close to the same size. He clipped a fin on his for later identification when we measured them. On the dock I put the two together and said mine was an inch longer. He was talking to somebody and not paying much attention to my measurement. Then this lady who was watching me said “why is this biggest one have a clipped fin”?. He heard that instantly and I was busted. It was his that was an inch longer. I told the lady from now on to mind her own business.
All in all it was a fun day and the fresh mutton fish for dinner last night was excellent.