Spent most of the day out today, pretty slow, one lost and two shakers, ton of idiots. We pull and and head to the wash station a couple miles away, while bagging up the leftover herring in the livewell, I see a fish swimming in the livewell that is not a herring, what the??? A small Coho had been in the bag purchased from the boathouse all along. I scramble to fill up a water bottle with the rapidly draining water from the livewell, with only one inch of water left. We jet down the road, back to the marina where I dump one six inch Coho back in the drink.... At least we didn't get skunked
