We reset up another drift over the area and Bill gets a big hook-up. He's grunting and making slow progress, but progress none-the-less. All of a sudden, his line is swimming away from the boat. Jack say, "Shark" in disappointment. When I finally put eyes on him, I yell, "Cobia!" Here is Bill's cobia upon swimming to the surface.
After a couple more unsuccessful drifts over Snap 85, we moved on to Bill's former Grouper spot in 89 ft of water. My son was done with fishing for a while and so he took a nap on the side of the boat. My younger son took a nap on the front seat of the boat. We were actually underway to a new location when this picture was took. It's not like they were up at 5am and tired. I think the motors lull them into naps.
We had no success with keeper fish at the 2nd location. Again, all juvenile Red Snapper and Blk Sea Bass.