After some boat issues, we caught up with Rick Clunn in Big Glasses, which is apparently the name of this inlet. I made my boat driver say it 5 times because that’s a heck of a name.
Mr. Clunn is hopping points, fishing the green buckbrush. Looks like he’s throwing a white spinnerbait from here. We’ve seen one keeper and a few that didn’t measure. Rick doesn’t use a measuring stick, he just grimaces at the fish for a second and determines it’s value.
It’s kind of spooky.
Rick has informed the only other boat here that if they want to talk, they need to move on. So we have entered the monastery of Clunn, and taken a vow of silence.