Fishing Sabine Lake after a bad storm
By Capt. Bill Watkins
Last Saturday one of my guide friends had a five-boat charter. I was invited to supply my boat for the gig. Each of us had three anglers to the boat. The group of fifteen young men were down for a bachelor party and they wanted to fish. The day before the south west wind had blown all day gusting over thirty knots and all through the night over twenty. At dawn, we all showed up at the landing ready to go; bright eyed and bushy tailed. It looked as though we were going to have a break. The storms predicted had moved through during the night and wee early morning hours.
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