By Joey Yerkes. April 21st, 2012. On this day two years ago I was anchored up on the East side of Destin pass, stocking up with live cigar minnows, waiting for the morning rush of boats to come out the pass. It was still dark, and pretty early, so I kicked back and gathered my thoughts before the rush. There was a faint smell of burnt crude in the air, and I already knew what had happened the night before.