This is my post for #freewriters 2976 prompt stunning hosted by
What a day, it seemed to go on forever, but we were home by one O'clock. There is nothing stunning to write about. We went up the creek to troll for jacks, but they were gone, so we went out to the river in hopes of catching them or anything.
We trolled to the north bar of the inlet. Before we got to it, we caught three little jacks. When I say little, I mean little, the three did not weigh a pound. We also caught a one pound mackerel.
We trolled to Long Point and then back across the river to the creek. This time we went further up the creek, and still no bites. We went to the South Prong and trolled the big cove by the Indian Mound, then trolled to the boat ramp and came home.
I still had my fish from yesterday on ice in the boat so we took them to the fish house, we weighed up one mackerel and 19 pounds of jacks. I had eighteen of them yesterday.
Every time I hit a letter on my keyboard to type, my laptop blinks off and on, so that is all I am going to write today. I hold my breath every day, that I will get to make another post, so I do not want to push it.
photo is mine