CAPT GUTS
10-27-2003, 02:40 PM
On the "SHORT CIRCUIT", the fastest Mack on the North Shore--
It's Sunday morn and still dark as we approach the boat. It's too warm also but that's O.K. Holty fires up the the v-eight and it couldn't start quick enough. As if it was waiting for him. Man, 'who's our engine guy?'
As the boat left the slip, you could feel the this was a smooth rig, ready for anything. The no wake zone had passed and the engine was brought to cruise. 'Is the engine trubo charged?' Holty laughed, then went to WOT. Well, there's a name for this kinda' boat. I call it "BALLS". You can call it what ever you want.
The boat went straight to the Triangle off Eaton's Neck. It tracked beautifully in the following sea. On the second drift, the bass came over the rail. Twelve or so shorts. Then I was told to 'get the net and stand by'. I did. That fish went into the the cooler with the tail hitting one end and the head hitting the other. Holty knows...
The action slowed and he switched from drifting worms to jigging. The blue fish stared coming over the rail and we kept three choppers out of the five we caught.
It was a good day. Why would it be anyother way?
Yep, Holt knows... Bet the ranch on that.
It's Sunday morn and still dark as we approach the boat. It's too warm also but that's O.K. Holty fires up the the v-eight and it couldn't start quick enough. As if it was waiting for him. Man, 'who's our engine guy?'
As the boat left the slip, you could feel the this was a smooth rig, ready for anything. The no wake zone had passed and the engine was brought to cruise. 'Is the engine trubo charged?' Holty laughed, then went to WOT. Well, there's a name for this kinda' boat. I call it "BALLS". You can call it what ever you want.
The boat went straight to the Triangle off Eaton's Neck. It tracked beautifully in the following sea. On the second drift, the bass came over the rail. Twelve or so shorts. Then I was told to 'get the net and stand by'. I did. That fish went into the the cooler with the tail hitting one end and the head hitting the other. Holty knows...
The action slowed and he switched from drifting worms to jigging. The blue fish stared coming over the rail and we kept three choppers out of the five we caught.
It was a good day. Why would it be anyother way?
Yep, Holt knows... Bet the ranch on that.