Apparently a rare find to those in the know who unsuccessfully tried rescuing the same dolphin later that day…
Brandon nursed the Dolphin into an upright position until it was strong enough to swim past the second gut. The dolphin appeared to be rattled but it was swimming on its own strength. We did all that what we could.
Brandon didn’t receive any praise from the paparazzi or recognition from the media…just a pat on the back for doing the right thing.
Any good karma Brandon earned by attempting to save the dolphin quickly evaporated. He was the first to attempt the trail through the dunes. He was the only person to get stuck in our five truck procession. A little tug from behind was all it took to free his truck and boat. He picked up speed on his second attempt and made it through with no issues. We made it to camp relatively unscathed.
We setup our encampment and geared up to fish that afternoon. The last of our group rolled in about an hour later shouting excitedly they had “saved a dolphin”. There were promptly told to “get in line”. They were at least the third such group who had stopped to render aid to the frazzled mammal.
We split up in small groups and fished our separate ways. Winds were already blowing briskly and the overcast skies were not helping our cause. We hoped the fishing God’s would shine down on us, but no good deed goes unpunished. We received little relief from the wind or clouds. Despite poor conditions no one seem to have any troubling finding and catching hordes of these rascals.
Lots of drum with a few sheepshead, trout, and redfish were landed between our group. I only managed to catch puppy drum and one rat red. A few guys fished the surf again. Sight of jacks, trout, cobia, snapper and poon were reported.