No fish on the menu

A bit dissapointing on the fishing front yesterday, just a few small shark. The high winds we are getting is making the fishing a bit more challenging. We are planning a trip to the Bass pro shop today to replace some lost tackle and to set us up for a good day tomorrow when the winds are supposed to drop. So we went out for a meal last night to a place called Hooters, I should have photographed the waitress so you could all understand why it was called hooters. 

On the way back we came across some burried telephones, Tim was overcome with grief.

Since I have no great fishing stories to tell for yesterday I'll tell another about boat refueling. On our first refueling mission we were told that we should visit a fuel station where we would be met by a nice young girl called Red. Slowly I approached the dock aiming to stop at the pumps I could see in the distance. Tim spotted a pump that I hadn't seen so we tied up ready to take on some gas. Red appeared and Tim said, we'd like some gas, is this the right pump? Red replies, you don't want that one honey, that is the shit pump  but you can have some if you want. So we moved on from the shit pumpout and got some gas instead.