Boat control credits go to my son Elliot, age 11,who showed a lot of focus and was not to be outdone when we showed up on Sunday to find out out our no 1. fish from Saturday had been bumped down to no. 2 and our no.4 fish had got knocked off the board. "We gotta go out out and fish like we mean it today Dad!" So we did and we agreed as the boat rocked up thru and down the rollers that just hanging out in our little wheel house watching the sonar and speculating on different things, that life really couldn't get any better, fish or no fish. But it did get better when the port dipsy let loose and a second or two later the copper down the chute started to whine. I am not sure how we got those two fish in; we were kind of dancing around each other, moving rods, switching off rods, alternately grabbing the wheel and trying to get back on something like our heading and then there we were doing high fives and breaking into spontaneous laughter with a slammer in each net.
I want to thank everybody on this board for helping me get into this trolling thing and Elliot thanks you too!