Day started off on the wrong foot. Left my rod at home. When I left work, I nearly forgot my bait.
Made the trip home and joined my family at our local spot for dinner and to toast the memory of a family friend.
Got to the beach and saw fairly clean water and much smaller surf than expected. Tom joined me and we got set up.
Well, in three casts I lost two rigs, a problem compounded by leaving my headlight in the car.
As I re rigged repeatedly, Tom was getting some pretty good bites but nothing stuck.
My rod was silent do I kept moving around until I settled down in a decent spot.
I finally got a few bites, and one finally stuck.
Bites kept coming but it was getting late. We decided to call it a night.
As I rinsed my knife and cutting board I get bit. Throw my stuff to the ground and its on.
Lots of fun surface thrashing results in this guy.
68 inches. Not big, but fun.