What I thought was going to be a day doing chores for the little wmen turned out great.
Had a charter booked for today, as I normally do I called the client last night to confirm that everything is a go with the weather, etc. Left a voice mail for him that things were a go and would meet them at the dock at 0630.
A short time later received a call from the client, Oh Hi Capt, I meant to call you the weather does not look good and we want to cancel.....weather, what weather I asked...forcast is god and fishing is heating up......well Capt we want to cancel. Unforrtunately I was a nice guy and did not take a deposit, I bite my tongue and politely told him do not bother calling me again, unless he wants to sent me the deposit he owed me.
So, I went diown to the boat this morning to make sure the ol girl was OK and to straighten out a few things. As I was on the boat a voice from the dock as, Hey Capt. can you take us out today?
I looked over on the dock and two gentlemen and a young by were standing there. Climbed off the boat and greated them. They thought I was a small party boat and wanted to get in. Explained I was a private charter and what the trips consisted of.
The father of the boy looked a little sad, I asked what the problem was and he explained that it was his weekend with his son, who really wanted to go fishing and that he couldn't afford a charter. I was past 7:30 and I knew all the head boats were gone, I looked over at the boy who was staring at the boat.
Told the Dad I would take them out for the regular Party Boat fare, I counldn't shatter the boys day with dad. Loaded everybody on the boat and away we went.
Just about everywhere we hit, birds were working on fish, mostly Bass, but sometimes Blues were mixed in.
Fred Sr, Fred Jr and Chuck had the time of there lives jigging, working plugs and poppers. Everybody got their limt plus a bonus fish, must have released over 30 other bass both shorts and legal fish as well as a few Blues t 8 lbs.. All fish kept were between 30-36". Fred Jr was in heaven.
After we got back to the dock and the fish were cleaned, Fred Sr, shook my hand and gave me a large bear hug, he said you don't know what this meant to me.
Needless to say I was filled with a warm on a day that was brisk, I was speechless. Good byes were said and Fred Jr. walked dwn the dock with his 36" bass that he wouldn't let be clean until his friends saw it.
This made my season.