Here is a little bit of what's been happening.
Tom Tom the Alumaweld man steering us into the almost light.
That sweet new Alumaweld Blackhawk he got a few months back has now got 80 hours on it and has turned into a floating death box for fish.
Blood dripping out.....
means death inside....
There's been massive amounts of pinks around to play with from the beach too.
Todd and KK found a few. Todd doing the "I am the King of the Beach Stroll."
Enough Kingers around too.
Jack catching his first king ever.
Here's a few more.
A few people from here have made little appearance on the island.
Todd attempting to sing it up. Broodbuster dancing solo, or maybe checking out the dude (JOe) with the helmet on (jokes needed) that is singing with Todd.
Maybe they were singing fat bottom girls.
The 3 amigos chilling, see these three and don't even try to attempt to talk, you will not be heard.
Canyonman beaching it for some skanks after a couple evenings out on the island where he then needed some down time.
The Vedder.....and his buddy the Champion photographer Doug.
Me and Canyonman, 3:00 am., eating crawdads.
Julia heading out to get her pink on. First ever fishing and she loved it.
The smile says it all.
Her potty mouth on the other hand was another thing. Beware of the tounge lashing a pink would encounter if it got off her line.
Being bonked in the boat was a better option.