Reading all the posts and looking at all the pics of 7 gills, yellows, bsb, and big rays being caught had me going through tug drug withdrawal. It didn't help that she who must be obeyed is killing me getting the house ready for a huge first communion party for our godson on Saturday. A quick look at the calendar and my honeydo list told me it was last night or no fishing this week. A look at the charts said don't even bother
Screw the Charts
The surf and the salad have absolutely sucked for me lately, so I decided to hit the bay at 6:00pm. Even the bay had a bunch of green stuff in it, but at least it was fishable. Got lines in, one with double pinned squish and a serious hook, and a critter rod with cut squish. Didn't have much hope, so I settled in with a cold one and a smoke to enjoy watching the sun go down. Didn't take long before my critter rod goes off with something actually pulling line! A fish! Not huge, but a cute little 24" bat to take the edge off my tug drug jones. Thought oh well, at least I got out and beat the skunk. Got another bait out hoping for a bigger model.
Nothing bigger. But I did manage to put three more rays on the sand before calling it at 9:00pm