Not right now, but last Thursday night. I headed to the coast last Wednesday evening with a friend I've known casually for almost 20yrs but never spent that much time around him-just someone you see around town at functions or at the local watering hole. I had some business to take care of down there and casually mentioned I would take the boat and fish if someone went along and he stepped up with cash and a firm commitment.
I'm not going to post every detail of the trip but due to his age I am sure the dude had/has ADHD or ADD and was never diagnosed. The type of person that cannot stand any silence whatsoever. He talks all the time. All the time. Very fast. Has various nervous ticks.
Anyway, we stayed Wednesday night in a cheap hotel and launched the boat Thursday morning even though the weather forecast was terrible (see my signature). I decided we would fish inside the inlet trolling for flounder and try to fish along the jetties for sheepshead. We caught a few good sized flounder (the minimum size limit is 14 inches and we caught several over 18").
We decided to sleep on the boat that night and once the decision was made the friend told me he had a bag of mushrooms with him and that sealed the deal.
If this shows properly, we anchored about where you see the boat wake in the center of the frame, just outside the channel. We got everything secured and ate just after dark. We drank copious amounts of beer and once things got just right, we ate the 'shrooms.
I cranked the stereo up to about "7" just as the fungi took effect and lo and behold "Dark Side of the Moon" came on the radio. The friend started talking even more than normal and I had to tell him to stfu and leave me alone as I was headed to a different place. The radio played four or five more incredible songs in a row including "Country Honk" by the Stones. The dude stayed quiet and went on his own trip.
The night was beautiful and warm- the lights and the stars were incredible. We saw three or four shooting stars.
For some reason I had the idea to post on XPT with a thread title called "tripping balls" while I was in the middle of it, and were Malice so inclined he could verify I managed to sign onto XPT with my phone but I lost interest and never tried to type on the tiny keyboard.
Probably a wise decision.
We had a great time. I may not go back fishing with that guy.