The Marshall's come to town

I fished with Ken Marshall, his sons Ethan and Charlie, and their grandfather, Jack today. The temperature was milder and the wind hadn't picked up (yet) so we headed up to Jolley River to get away from the crowd. We ran all the way up to what I call "snook creek" - I caught a small snook there last year - and anchored with the stern in fishable range of a still covered oyster bed. It wasn't long before Charlie had hooked up with a nice Seatrout, and then Jack had one on, too. Ken was helping out with the young anglers and Charlie soon had another bite and he handed it off to Ethan to reel in. They caught about (5) trout there and then we worked the boat around the oyster bed and Ken got in on the action and boated another trout. We move on up the river to the "MOA" (Mother of All) spot - but the wind had kicked up and made it real difficult to cast. The wind was out of the Southwest so we cranked the engine and ran around to Bell River and fished the docks. With the ladies waiting back at the dock, and the guys fishing right up to time to be back, Charlie hooked up with....the boat. NOT. We all thought that his jig had gotten hung up on the stern but he was emphatic that he had a fish on, and he did. Charlie horsed the fish to the surface and it turned out to be a nice, keeper sized flounder! With the final fish in, we pulled up the trolling motor and buzzed back to the marina.