After a two month streak of no fishing, I was finally able to get alex to drop the school work and head down to Anna Maria to hit the water with me. The plan was to head south and look for micro permit and pompano in the morning, and target redfish in the afternoon. After a long 9 mile run to Lido, we staged up on the flat, rigged with buck tails and pompano jigs, with high expectations to kill it, well that didn't go as planned! After about 1000 casts and an assortment of trash fish, we picked up and headed to the nearest pass, where we anchored up and attempted the pompano deal there. Within seconds of being anchored, Alex already had his bucktail in the water, jigging it up and I kid you not on the 3rd of 4th jig, his rod was bent at the cork with a mondo Jack on the line, with about 30 others following it to the boat. With an incoming tide, we really thought we were gonna do some damage here, long story short, we caught several sub 10 pound jacks, and Alex landed a monster blue fish. It was a lot of fun, but I was over losing tackle to these fish, time to move on to something else. With a heavy east wind, I knew Sarasota bay was going to be a bit sporty on the ride in. Although my boat is quite beamy, 2 ft quarter seas can throw her around a little bit. Matthew, a friend of mine, was sitting on the Yeti in front of my console, while Alex was sitting next to me, we were all getting a bit wet, but it wasn't an issue. You see, Matt is from Connecticut, where you don't cross nasty bays in poling skiffs on the daily basis, I don't think he was prepared for what happened next. The only think I remember, is Matt going airborne, landing on the deck, getting up, and having one of my top water plugs embedded into his ass. After a quick look, it was a confirmed deep hook set. Matt had the idea of going to the walk in clinic and paying a hundred bucks for removal, my idea didn't involve a hundred bucks, but rather, a set of side cutters and a quick count to 3. Alex was the surgeon, and I counted to three, it was out on two! Anyways, we headed to a spot where some hungry Redfish were awaiting our arrival, and Matt totally forgot about the hook incident. I don't want to create a thesis statement about this trip, so I will wrap it up. Here is how the rest of the day went. We lost count of Redfish, all fish were 27 inches and up, and we ended the trip with a triple hookup, which was probably the coolest thing that has happened on my boat, besides that Gulf Stream trip in the Keys, which I don't talk about too often!