Like…really? Everywhere you go on the First Coast, anglers have been moaning and groaning this past week because the fishing’s been pretty rough. Hey – the guys get it, because they’ve been do a little groaning themselves.

BUT – Capt. Kevin went and mentioned what made all the difference: it was the “P” word. It’s the one your mama told you not to pray for, the one you don’t want to ever need and every old, wise fisherman ever told you had to have.

And no, it’s not persimmons, parsnips, pizza, polecats or THAT “p” word you don’t say in polite company (shame on you for thinking it, btw). It’s PATIENCE.