......they were not there to sight cast at today.   Met D-Man at the ramp at 6PM, knew we didn't have much time, but there was no wind at all, and hey I could go; bonus D-Man mistakenly packed a 6pac of brews. Drifted into the spot where they had been, nada. D-man picked up a rat in a few blind casts later.

Although we did see a few tailing fish. I lined one pretty good. D-Man said I should become a cowboy, "because you'll lasso a fish with them casts before you put a hook in one".  Poled around for a bit , nothing else to show for it. Water was a little muddier today as well. As it was getting dark, we ran back to the pup hole.
My first cast at the pup hole,
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We both got a few, and I also caught the smallest flounder I have ever seen. I said "Aweee, how cute" D-Man responded "Put 'em on a hook and throw 'em back out, maybe we'll catch a decent fish today afterall." (Little Franky flounder was released without a hook)

Hot fly seemed to be a little bonefish crazy charlie with some rubber legs on it. Once again stopped at the little Hampton Blvd bridge on the way in (Where light lineing originated). Rain bait was covering up the light line. It was becoming a pain in the ass trying to hold the skiff, so we just jumped up on the bridge stantions, that are just a few feet off the water. D-Man kept casting, and missing these little packs of schoolies coming up and down the line. Everytime your fly hit the water, they would just anialate all the bait you spooked instead of your fly. We kept having this fish right at our feet, hitting and smashing against the piling. Then I realized, the fish was hitting where the stripping slack in the fly line was hanging down touching the water. I said "Let me see that fly for a second". Hand lined the fly across the surface, jigging a bit, wammo!!! Schoolietard!! I hooked and jumped one off in the light line, and D-Man got one as well. Finished our last beers and called it a night. Good times, good company, soso fishing; all good in my book. 
L8, Harry