Ricky and I tried to fish last Saturday. It was cold, rough and windy. We didn't go but about 10 miles out. I could barely stand and drop my line. We headed back in and got in the procession of cobia fisherman along the beach. Pensacola Pass and the water around the bend off Ft. Pickens was the color of chocolate milk from all the rain. It was d-i-r-t-y!
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