Fished with Carlos and Mike Saturday. Carlos got to my house at about 10:00 pm Friday and we hung out
rigging and having some rum drinks till about 2:00 am, not a good idea. I set the alarm for 4:00 am
 so that we could be at Mikes at 4:30,not. I jump out of bed at 6:30, my wife had turned off the alarm
and so I call Mike. He was out on the bay fishing for black drum and said he would pick us up at
Rudee inlet at 8:30, Mike you are the man. After waking Carlos up and getting all of our crap
in the car we meet Mike at 8:30 and head out to the bouys. We get to the first bouy, I am throwing
a spinning rod with a white bucktail to try and coax some cobia away from the bouy so
Carlos or Mike can throw a fly at him. As I am making a cast to the bouy, I turn around and notice no
one has a flyrod in there hand, so I say "Someone should have a rod in there hand just in case" as I am
cranking the bucktail away from the bouy. I look over and here comes a cobe out from the
bouy, he comes to the boat, no fly to throw at him and then decides to head off. So we go check the
red bouy and then come back. Carlos throws his fly at the green and the cobe chases the
fly out, no love. So we continue down the line, between the CB3 and the CB5 we see a wake coming
at us, big cobe coming right at the boat, I throw the bucktail and start cranking, he spooks.
Heading to the CB bouy we see a boat off in the distance with someone on the bow, we figured it
was Capt Harry and it was. He came over and we BSed, Mike had that shot at those Jack Crevelle.
That would have been a battle of epic proportions, those were some big fish, I would guess 25lb.
Was nice seeing Harry and Jason out on the water. So we split up and we head offshore, hit some really
nice 86 degree blue water, see another 2 or 3 cobia, with no joy. We head to some lumps and drop the
bag, nothing shows up. We make a move and head further inshore, anchor up and deploy the bag.
We are sitting around talking and eating a little lunch, Carlos is pissing off the back of the
boat, turns his head and in a very calm voice says, " I just saw about a 5 foot black tip off the
back of the boat". Mike and I thought he was bullshitting and was going to start talking about
5 feet of tube shark or something. I look over at the bag and there are about 6 or 7, 5 ft blacktips
swimming off of the bag. A little chaos and we are bothing casting to this street gang of sharks, no
love, but we are atleast seeing them now. These guys spook and disappear on us. Now we start seeing
a single come in here and there and we are atleast casting to something, so life is alot better.
About 10 minutes after the first bunch a street gang of about 4 footers comes and cleans house. Double
hookup for Carlos and I, we get them to the boat, do a little dance, snap some pics and that was it.
We starting losing current and the wind was against it, so our slick went to crap. We packed up
our crap and headed in for our beating on the way home. Great day on the water, with great company!!