One of my best friends, Frank Pierson, passed on last fall and his wish was to have his ashes spread in the stream where he loved to fish. His wife, Debbie, sister in law Jackie, and I carried out his wish today. 250 feet of water, 55 miles out and a weed line. As he would have it, we fished while there. I'm glad you can't see the tears on my cheeks as I write this. The fishing was tough, but the seas were calm and the sky clear. We worked the weed line and inshore of the ledge due East of St. Augustine and listened to the big boats lament about how slow the fishing was, then we caught the first Mahi, about 18 #s. Then came another, the bite was slow but it was there for us. We came in with sad/glad hearts and 5 Mahi and 1 wahoo, no baracuda and no king-fish (as Frank would want it). Frank: May the big fish bite where you are and the boat never break, So Long. Capt. Guy