So many years ago I was down in POC on one of the company group trips I put together each year. (We take our distributors from around the state fishing when they achieve their goals. Usually ends up like 25-40 people. Amazing amount of eating and drinking and we will have 7-10 boats booked for bay trips, My dad would always come down and cook big ass filet tenderloins and fish with me). We have the guides usually meet everyone at Clark's and they head out from there. I had booked myself a house on a canal in Dolphin Point, so my guide I usually fish with would just come park at our place and pick us up there. Made it a lot easier when you are loading wading gear and beer. This guide can certainly be a dick at times but we always caught fish so I tolerated him. At this point I am doing 3 large trips per year on top of my personal fishing.
So that morning we get up and there is some weather activity out in the gulf. Guide tells me that the weather is moving across this way and we are going to slide in behind it and fish the surf. Back then I really enjoyed fishing but I hadn't become obsessed with it like I am now. So we head out towards the jetties and then make that turn down south as we clear them. Less than 10 min later, SHIT HITS THE FAN. That thing is on top of us, driving rain sideways and lightening all around us. On the boat is myself, my dad, my boss at the time and my buddy who works for the distributor. We can't see shit. Rods are humming from the electricity in the air. I am for sure thinking that this is how I go down. Guide is trying to turn us back to the jetties but he can't see shit and waves are kicking our ass. Eventually he manages to get us back inside. We are all pretty shook. At the time, the rumor was that our company was going to pick up the rights to this Zubrowka Bison Grass Vodka and I had found a bottle while walking through liquor stores and I brought with me just so we could try it out. Once we are clear of dying I grab the bottle out of the ice chest and start passing it around. We finish it off while sitting there along Matagorda shoreline. Even the guide was drinking and he never drinks on the boat. We end just fishing that shoreline and not catching shit.
So that afternoon I head over to Clarks and our boats are starting to roll in. All the other Captains were smart and stayed in the marina until the storm actually passed and then went and hit the surf and crushed it. One bigger boat even went out to the first set of rigs and brought back some snapper. Errrrrrrbody had fish except us. I was pretty pissed. Eventually I got smart and was tired of his BS so I started fishing with other guides and started picking up more and more skills and knowledge.