Screwing It Up

After my carp success this morning, I hit the salt. A tidal river was the chosen locality, the target species bunker, stripers, and blues. Upon arrival some fair sized blues were seen going nuts. Every once in a while a striper boiled. I was giddy with excitement. On went a clouser to do its work. It was not long before I nailed into a nice blue. It ran towards me almost immediately. When I came tight to it again I probably should have set the hook again. But I didn't and the blue escaped with only a sore lip. That set the tone for the rest of the day. Missed hits, poorly tied knots, and one nasty tangle. I can only complain a little, I love hanging out with the fiddler crabs and diamond back terrapin.