This was to be a long fishing weekend, BP had other plans. NOAA has closed all Federal waters eastward to Navarre. One of the guys at Sportsman has promised a couple of spots in Florida waters. We'll Sea. The weather has not cooperated anyway, high seas and thunderstorms through Monday.
We brought the boat around and went to Lulu's for lunch. The Wharf is on the way. They have a "Please No Wake" sign there. It is not a No Wake Zone and I don't slow down there. I got the one finger salute and had a spirited conversation with a couple of boaters and the guy at the Fuel dock. My temper got the best of me. 2 best lines of the day. A Baldwin County redneck with a mullet told me "Go back to Michigan" WTF??? The fuel dock guy told me he would never sell gas to me. Big hairy deal.
I called the Marine Police and asked about it. It is not no wake, period. I asked them to ether make it no wake of make those guys quit harassing everyone. The officer agreed, said he has made that recommendation many times to deaf ears. Great minds think alike...
Tonite we go to Pirate's Cove for Grayson Capps.
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