They were at their worst on the Aligator river, even though we were doing 6,7 and more knots in a 15 knot breeze the little buggers kept up with us hitching a ride on the rear of the boat an then coming in for the kill when least expected. Captain armed himself with a fly swat, helmsman stood on and danced on his seat trying to avoid them while the lovely lizzie (who got the worst bite of all) ran around the deck killing them with her shoe. By the time we got to the Aligator River Marina the worst was over.
Not all boats that go along the ICW are fancy cruisers .
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