Hit the sand at 9am Saturday. Got the long lines yakked out and tossed in the surf rods. Conditions were looking good, surf was cooperating, no salad, tide going out. Game plan was to set up a good chum slick while we waited for happy hour before the low at 3pm. The critters kept us busy on the surf rods while we soaked up some vitamin D and waited for something with some real teeth to pay us a visit. Then around 1:15pm the red stuff showed up and it was pretty much party over. Even with 8oz weights, it wasn't more than a couple of minutes before our lines were sideways with the surf rods. We tried a couple more casts, but it was no use. Then the long line reels started screaming, but not with fish. Not really sure what was going on, but all of us got snagged hauling in the long lines, which is very unusual for this spot. After cranking down the reels and trying to walk the line backwards to break them free, you really have to wonder what kind of force a fish has to have to bust off 100lb braid with a top shot of 100lb big game mono.
So that was it, we loaded up and headed home for some cold ones and naps by 2pm.
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