Spent this gloomy, rainy, stormy Saturday morning with my father who was down from Virginia Beach. The days spent fishing with my “Pops” have become way too far apart. We fished for an hour at the crack of light before the lightning had other plans for us. We both had bacon and eggs on our mind so we decided to head to Jolly Rodgers to ride out the storm. We went back out and managed a few trout and a puppy drum. The bite was slow, and I would of liked to put my Dad on a few more fish, but hey, thats fishin’