After last night, tonight looked even more promising.

The plan was to meet at Perdido Pass and slay some
more flatties and we were not to be denied.

Jack deVilliers was there and our new friend Neal and
his wife and son made an appearance. After some small
talk, Neal and company headed out on the town while
Jack and I hit the east side of the pass.

The visibility had improved and we had at least a good
15 feet. I felt like we were in Destin, Florida the water
looked so good and clean.

After about two minutes in, I shot my first flounder and
lost sight of Jack. However, I could occasionally see his
light when he was on the surface. After shooting two more,
I wandered over toward Jack to see how he was doing.
Checking his fish clip out I noticed that he had yet to
stick a fish. "Hmm, He must not have on his game face",
I thought to myself. At this point I retreated back to
deep water where I immediately impaled another flattie.

Sheepshead were out in great numbers and I hoped they
would hang around until the Alabama Open in early June.
I saw many potential trophies and stored their location
in my mind.

Thirty more minutes passed by before I saw Jack again.
He had strung up two or three flounders but I still seemed
to be outgunning him to this point. We continued to dive.

Separated once again, we independently continued doing
what we love to do best... kill fish.

Thirty more minutes go by and I happen upon Jack. "I'm
getting cold" he says. "Let's head back then" came my reply.

We swim back to our entry point and walk back to my van.
We flop our fish clips on the pavement and they looked alike.
"Count your fish" I request. Jack counts his fish and I'll be
darn if we didn't have the same amount. "Unbelievable"!
"I thought I had you beat tonight", I say. "We always come
out even, no matter what", he says.

I guess you could say that we are two sticks of the same pod.

With that we return to Neal's condo to take some pictures
and then head back home.

Mike Wade
Stickmen
Mobile, Alabama