The fat lady was singing and I didn't want to end the day like this. On this note, I made the run back, for one last ditch attempt to catch a Permit. We arrived and once again, I marked fish. Devon was perched on the bow and could see them deep below, but not in great numbers. After several attempts, I told "Walleye" to keep feeding line because the drift was fast. He would know if he got a bite. Our offshore fish don't nibble! About 30 seconds later, "Walleye" says he feels the bite and I instructed him to close the bail and come tight on the fish! Game on, boys and girls! "Walleye Mike" hooked this fish well away from any obstruction and once again, worked the rod gingerly. Good thing! After about 10 minutes we got this "garbage can lid" to the boat. To quote Devon, "That's a nugget!" WOW! Nice fish! "Walleye Mike" just boated a 32 pound Permit and the hook was almost straightened out, looking like a comma. Now THAT is the way to end the day.