Yeah, Tom texts me he is sage smoking everything he owns after his run of bad luck. Gave me a good laugh. What a weirdo.
Whatever, He is running late, flex hours to get the boat looked at. That's cool. I hope things work out.
Check out the nights spot. Better conditions than forecast. Nice.
Bartender remembers my drink. Nice.
Got a fat carnitas taco for dinner and headed to the beach.
Make a cast, get a bunch of little nibbles. Check the bait and decide it will fish. It is early and no sense burning bait.
Soon after, I get a bump, then a full lightstick flinging full screamer bite. Hell yeah.
Great fight, looking over my shoulder hoping Tom will walk up in time to land it for me.
No such luck, but I got it to shore, snapped a couple pics and grabbed a tape for a measurement.
Then Tom shows up, doesn't even say hi, casts out and comes over to tell me the boat is going to work out, and a couple other things are resolving as well. Hmm.
Anyway, my rod goes silent and he has the top stick. Farmed two, and got one. Should have saged the rods. Bet the other two would have hit the beach.
Good to back in the swing.