The Pier is a special place....
You know, people look at me funny when I tell them I go to Gulf Shores to fish on the pier. Its hard to explain what makes it so much fun, but my trip down Friday was a great example. I fished on the octi for kings, and up walked "Slim." We fished and visited about the last couple of years as we snobbled cigs to mostly empty water. Lou showed up and provided an hour or two's entertainment.
My pompano excursion was really an accident -- I went to get a hot dog and on the way back a guy at the "T" was standing there with a fish in his hand and he asked, "Is this good for cut bait?" It was a nice pompano. I asked if he didn't want it, would he be willing to swap it for some cigs for cut bait. Good trade. I went and got my stuff and came back to fish for pompano. Good choice. Guys name was Doug, and we caught our limits together. Great guy from Birmingham.
Meanwhile, Mr. Harley was also there at the "T" fishing and decided to leave. He was cleaning his pompano, so I called his name and asked him if he minded if I watched what he was doing. He wondered how I knew him, I explained I had seen many pictures of his cooler on the internet. He told me how to clean them, cook them, and use their belly strips for "the best flounder bait there is." I was impressed. Such a good man -- quiet, unassuming, no pretentiousness -- wealth of info.
Where else on the planet can you go fishing, catch fish, and be around so many great folks?
Of course, I also figured out I was old. I was standing at the rail in my coveralls, wool socks, insulated thermals, and goose down vest when I turned around to see a girl in a bikini. I thought, "I bet she's cold."