Another fishless day

With reports of stripers being boated and being informed the sea was laying down, we decided to launch at Kiptopeke.  The fish were scarce at 38A as the water temp dropped to 42.  Other captains rationalized that the Cabbage Patch area at the gut drop off might be warmer and hold fish.  That was our destination.  

Launched and struggled to get the boat turned and hold course through the narrow harbor entry.  It was tough, but tolerable behind the ships.  Once in the open bay, we were tossed like a cork in the minimum 4 foot seas.  Even near no wake speed, we were wet with the spray, water in the stern motor well lapped on the deck.  Raymond had on my extra Arctic Wear fishing suit for cold  and wet.  While he was wet, inside he was warm and dry.  Thankful he didn't have on his dry weather insulated suit.

Decided to head back in to the dock before we got swamped.  

 Tough going, but Bill got the trailer backed into the water and I got the boat on it with only one miss.  Bill cranked it to the bow stop and the cable parted. Hauled out anyway and then jury rigged the broken cable.  Made it to the Marine Shop near Food Lion and got a new cable.  A project for a supposed Sat off the water.

Then to Food Lion as Raymond would make Gumbo for dinner.  Nope, missing LA ingredients.  Settled for hamburger steaks, sausage, and shrimp.  A veggie pack and artichokes.  Later, oinked down chips and Bill's home made salsa.  He brought mild and hot.  Both too much for my exhaust port, but Bill and Raymond handled it just fine.

About time the clean up was finished, we were exhausted and disappointed with our continued bad. Luck.  Of course I'd rather be writing about Cow Tales.  It seems that without bad luck, we wouldn't have luck at all.