Same old story at Newport Landing.
Last year it was loud drunks (friends of the deckhands) and this time it was '300 pound Dude' (again, friend of the crew) crowding the hot corner at the stern and driving me off my spot that I had staked out before we left the dock.
Bait tank troughs went chovieless FIVE TIMES during the night and the crew was clueless, despite being reminded again and again, and insisted on focusing on staying in the wheelhouse, with a deckhand's girlfriend, instead of doing their jobs.
When the crew was on deck they fished - not cool. '300 pound Dude' (the dead-head) of course won the jack-pot and all the newbies were clueless about the situation.
Even at $25, I'll never take another ride with these clowns. Save your money.
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