A tropical observer

Knowing that I will be out of town for a spell, I had to sneak out on the Sip for some evening fishing. It was my third outing of the day.

While Tropical Bill (pictured in his customary shirtless state) and I discussed the troubles of the world, I boated two chunky smallies--one on the local rocks, the other by the sewer outlet south of the blue condos.

Both hit a shallow running shad rap. The twister tail didn't raise squat.

Smallies fight like game dogs this time of year.