AT dusk we headed over to our lobster spot and dropped ten nets. Bait was a mixture of old sardines, macks, and miscellaneous carcasses. Pretty slow as we had four legals and about four shorts after three sets. So we decided to go explore a new area. When we got there, two sport boats were pounding the exact spot we wanted to try. As soon as one left, a private boat zoomed in and put his nets exactly where the sporty had been fishing. Too funny. We set up a distance away and then began pulling empty nets with unmolested bait intact. On the fifth net up came a 3 pounder, sweet! But the rest of the set was dry so we moved to a 50'-60' deep spot which sometimes produces for us. Only time for one set here, and they started coming up empty but the last two nets had a 4 pounder and legal clinging to the bait tubes for dear life. Ended up with 7 bugs. Done better, done worse.
Two bonehead boater sightings: At one point we were fishing a jetty corner while soaking our nets, and some jackhole and his three stooges comes 25 MPH barreling through the 35 foot opening between us and the wall? Fortunately no one was approaching from the other side of the wall or it could have been a disaster. I hope he is still alive and has not killed anyone yet - dude, take your road rage somewhere else. Later, we're sitting in plain view about 50 feet off a jetty just chilling and casting for sand bass while hoop soaking and along comes a small boat with a spotlight pointed at us. We immediately think DFW coming to check us. But he keeps coming straight at us going about 10 knots. Driver looks kinda deranged or demented with coke bottle glasses but he is looking straight ahead. Finally my brother yells and waves "hey what are you doing" and the guy veers off about 10 feet from us. ??? I asked sarcastically "are you guys ok?". One guy says "yeah he (the driver) needs glasses". I'm still not sure where his mind was but the driver was clearly hallucinating or dreaming of his new set of contacts when he ran us over.