Sometimes if you see an opening, you have to take it. Such was the case last weekend when a few of us decided to wade fish Ft. Pierce. I’ve come to the realization that any spot that a non boat owning dirtbag, such as ourselves, can access is beat to death. So we decided to take matters into our own hands.
Mikie with his first red on artifical.
The new secret spot.
Brandon with his 32nd stingray of the day. “Why do I always catch the shit with whiskers, and will sting you?!?” – Brandon
I’d like to thank St. Lucie County mosquito control (and their lack of using a lock), and all those who lost their ass when the bottom fell out of the housing market. At the end of the day we left with a red, trout, and about 472 empty beer cans.