When I was looking at the weather on Friday night, to plan for Saturday, NOAA was calling for 15-20 out of the south. We never saw it while twenty miles out of Ponce Inlet. Bad calls like that cost the businesses that rely on fishermen a lot of money. Nobody was out today. We had the ocean all to ourselves.

The vis was around 20ft, and the bottom was 77F degrees. While I was down on my second dive, Dave caught a permit off the wreck while bottom fishing and bubble watching. Well, it was bleeding profusely from the gills. They tried to revive it, but there was no sign of life. Nobody here had ever tried to eat one, but I had heard stories from a guy in the Keys - muy sabroso. I told those guys it was like eating a Crevalle Jack. You should have seen their faces. HaHa.

  I took some of Billy's gag grouper, and some of the permit, and made a plate if sashimi. Dinner was while watching Saturday Night Live. If you want to know how fresh raw fish taste, contact THE MOOSE. We had a mixed bag today. Flounder, gray snapper, gag grouper, trigger fish, hogfish, permit, and 

                                 amberjack! 

Worms, worms, worms. I cut into that fish and could hear the screams of a thousand worms as I sliced them in half. There was no way I was going to try a raw piece of that fish.