Lucky the wind finally stopped as I look out the of the port hole aboard the yacht, but this morning it was blowing like the dickens. The wind was pushing the yacht around even tied to a huge anchor, like the boats diesel engines where running in gear. Even in a calm spot that I was in called Strider's cut. The girls on board were not looking forward to a rocking boat, they had told me earlier so this spot was perfect. We caught our limit, check out the pictures of father son bonnet heads that they each caught.
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