Dave and Cindy Allen, from Michigan, brought their sons out fishing aboard the Mr. Z today and weren’t disappointed.  We started on the reef just to get some quick action with Macheral, Barracudas, and a Grouper.  As we went to head South (like every other boat running past us) Capt. Steve noticed a wooden pallet floating in 189 feet of water.  As we began to get close to it, I could see the little “V’s” on top of the water circling the wood.  “There’s fish here!” I screamed and all of the lines went down.  It looked like some sort of odd mating dance from up on the bridge as the Allen family tried to keep the rods and lines straight and untangled.  Capt. Steve was the dance leader, directing with his gaff, and one by one the Dolphins ended up resting comfortably in the cooler.  23 in all ranging from 6 to 17 pounds.  We caught so many that Capt. Steve got out my son, Zachary’s, little 6 pound spinning reel for the Allens to try their ultra-light fishing luck with!  Always better lucky, than good! and “Don’t run past fish to catch fish!”

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