So i'm down here in Hernando, Florida visiting my family. My father is very sick with Amyloidosis. The prognsosis is not good. That's the Town of Hernando in Citrus County, and not actually any part of Hernando County, BTW. I didn't bring any gear, not even my fishing boots. After a little investigating I found www.thunderpartyboat.com. I drove 40 miles to Hernando Beach, and got to the landing with half hour to spare. I was the last of 11 anglers to arrive. There appeared to be three deckhands on the boat. We had both frozen and a limited amount of live bait. You can see the bait tank in the above photo. I don't know how I missed getting a close-up. Turns out, there is only one deckhand, Mickey, the guy with the handlebar mustache on the left. The regulars just like to help out. I was really confused about who was who for most of the trip. I did ask what we were using for bait, but I just can't remember now. I'll find out and edit this later here's something I've never seen before on a party boat. Clean rags provided for the anglers to use between fish! Nice waterfront properties. A LOT of it for sale! After we came out of the channel in the middle of the photo we had to hug the coast going to the left and wind back around like an obstacle course. One of the anglers, Greg, who'd been on the Thunder 6 times this year said he'd never seen the tide so low before. It took us about half an hour to get to open water. We went out about 15 miles, and began fishing in water 20-25' deep. It was windy and cold. My first bait, nibbled clean. First fish on the boat. Grouper. Too short. Has to be 22.5". First keeper. They really try not to deplete the local fishery, and move on after 4 or 5 fish are caught in one area. I finally catch one, way short. At least I'm not skunked! The back of the boat was crowded. at the third stop Captain Mike called me up to the front and gave me a live bait, and soon it was fish ON! BIG fish on! I got it to the boat, and Mike bellowed for a gaff, like 5 times. No gaff came though. I could see the line was tangled on some coral, and the red flash just under the water. I tried to walk it down the boat, but it made one last run, and the line snapped on the coral, and I was left trembling but dissapointed. Mike said he was sure it was a redfish, at least 40". Mike set me up fishing for grunts with his small spinning rod. That was entertaining enough until I'd caught 5 or 6, then I pinned on the smallest grunt for bait, and waited and hoped for another big fish. Here is a blowfish checking my bait. My hero bait, turned out to be a zero. I fished it for 2.5 stops, and went back to frozen. This was pretty typical. Chewed up, but never felt it. We thread the frozen bait through the eyes, and hooked the body back near the tail. I guess someone caught that blowfish. My last fish of the day, still way short. The days catch, still struggling in the cooler. They say Grunts are very good eating, but you have to catch a few just to make a meal. the good life! Captain Mike and friends. Another Thunder! Some more beautiful waterfront property. Going cheap! back at the landing. The total catch for the boat, grouper-wise. Mike wanted a group photo with everyone holding a fish. Mickey cleaned everyones fish at the dock. I'm sorry but either the grouper skin is very tough or he was using a very dull knife. I had a great time, and everyone was really helpful and friendly! Everyone caught something, though not everyone got to take home a grouper. Maybe next time! PS ~ My Pops is in bad shape. All prayers welcome. He's starting a new treatment tomorrow which we hope will give him some relief.