The Dawgs may have lost last night, but the fish were biting today at Williamson Island. As we spent the afternoon there, we wondered what we would eat for dinner tonight. Nobody had pulled anything out of the freezer. But Lawson stepped up to bat. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll catch dinner." And he did. We weren't equipped to take home fresh fish, so we took our drinks out of the cooler so we could take Lawson's catch home. Crispy scored flounder. Mm, mm. Nothing better.
