Well with the forecast looking pretty good Sunday, but the two days before sucked. We were not sure what to expect. We knew we would have a good morning, but mister windy was going to visit us again in the afternoon. So off to the Stolt we went.
We got there and found a 2 foot sea, but they were a little tight, but doable. Mike had us tied in in no time at the top of the wreck which in now at 55 feet.
The Flounder were still there and they were coming up. One of the crew thought he would pick up a couple of Flounder on the way up like a snatching French Fries on a picnic table and dropped in pole spear on the way up. Some lucky diver swam by to find a pole spear that already had two flounder already on it. What a deal.
We stayed for both dives;
Al even shot a 14 lb COD. Flounder and Lobster and one COD were the order of the day.
By the time we got untied and headed back to the dock, mister wind showed up right on time. It was not to come back with a full cooler of fish and lobsters.