My friend, Chris, had the biggest fish:
Here is Capt. Billy keeping his eye on a passing tanker:
After we reached our eight fish limit, we pulled in the sixteen lines and headed back to the marina:
Always the gracious host, Capt. Dave provided a cook out at his home next to the marina. After dinner I drove the 2 1/2 hours home, and Pam and I picked up Becca and Sean at Union Station at midnight.