Just kidding. We were only stuck on that tidal flat for about 3 hours. I had just turned the wheel over to the unnamed owner, with the marina only about 1/2 mile away. He caught sight of the docks, and wasn't watching the water directly in front of him. I noticed the black mud the jet was kicking up behind the boat right before we ran aground. He saw the marina and dropped his guard. And I said on our way out, "I wanted to leave while at low tide so we can see where all the sandbars and flats are".

Thats Ok. It wasn't completely unpleasant. Plus I set out the plugs. I heard there were springers around.



And here's a pic of the unnamed fishing partner ordering pizza.



And about 30 minutes into the side adventure I shoot a pic of the marina. Its the lights right in the center of the pic.




Really, it was actually pretty funny. I laughed pretty hard once I realized we were they until God and Gravity brought the water back. It wasn't a wholly bad way to end a seriously interesting scouting trip. I'm holding out on what we found until I decide whether I'm heading right back out next week, and if I'm going to try and publish these scouting trips in one of the fishing mags.

I'll give you guys this teaser. After 2 miles of 8-12 foot deep water in the middle of the river channel, we hit a 45 foot deep hole. The sounder lit up. Springers rolled here and there. If I thought I wouldn't get fired, I'd stayed out until I ran out of water and dry clothes.

Teaser pic