Liquid Dreams: ECRC Championship day

It was 5:30 a.m., 50 degrees, and we were all sitting in the intercostal under the State 79 bridge when the horn sounded.All of us throttled down and took off for our spots that held the fish we hoped would win us some money. Teams were heading to Apalachicola, East Bay, West Bay, and probably one to Choctaw. We exited the intercostal, entered West Bay and began to slam. The winds were 25 to 30 knots and the waves rolled 3 feet to 4 feet whitecaps with a small craft advisory. […]