After launching, we ran the fleet up to Roger's Bay. The wind was offshore, so it wasn't too rough near shore. After a short while, we all went out fishin'. It started out choppy, but calmed down as the day wore on. Two boats drift fish toward the shore.

Mike caught a nice Grandpa Bass off the campo.

Later, he got another one of the dynamic duo, a Finescale Triggerfish, and not a very big one at that.

Mike got another hit, a seemingly nice one, then he lost it. I hooked up and saw it was a shark...a Sicklefin Smoothound, to be exact. They're harmless little fish eaters with small teeth. I didn't want to catch it, because I hate unhooking the darn things. Mike wanted to fight it however, so he threw his Croc at it and was almost instantly hooked-up. It gave him a pretty good fight, before coming up for a photo session.

Before long, it was whupped and ready, well, I guess it was ready for ME to unook it. I cursed Mikey for catching it. Here it is again. I unhooked it and released it unharmed. One of these days I'm going to try to eat one. I'll probably discover they're delicious and curse myself for letting them go all these years.

After fishing for awhile, we headed back to shore to lounge for the rest of the afternoon. I don't know how we survived all those years without a veranda. Here, the gang relaxes after a hard day.

Marwan read a book and lounged in the hammock overlooking the shore. Tracy shared his shade.

As the sun set, Miguel fired up the barby and made his world famous tri-tip. It was delicioso, as usual. We watched the satellites as they streaked overhead. It cooled down nicely that night. It was around 65° that morning...great sleeping weather.