I walked away from another one. We had a good week of doing our best to imitate Hemingway. Or maybe Conroy.
I drank Makers Mark neat with a beer chaser all week. Well... I did when I wasn't drinking Zing Zang Bloody Marys.
Anyway, we lost two days to tropical storm Cristobal. We were south of the brunt of it, but I took my "crew" out in the ocean friday morning right before the worst of it, to show them that you can't schedule your fishing trips- you go when nature allows. Here's what it looked like immediately following the storm. It's about halfway cleared off.