Squatch and I had some Prehistoric Soul work to do and met up at the bar to conduct said work. Having your conference room be a bar is something that I hope would really catch on in most of corporate america.
Afterwards, we headed down to the surf in hopes for a nice grinner before the swells kick up again later this week. With Mike catching one yesterday at the Casino-ish spot, we decided to fish the Kitchen to see if anyone was home. We had some company who stayed around until 8:30 when he had to make the drive back to LA. 15 minutes after he left, Squatch got to witness what usually happens to him when he leaves. lol
I saw what looked like weeds on my line and was going to reel it in, when I put the rod in my hand and felt a few tugs. I was thinking an eel, but stayed patient just in case.
I felt the line starting to taut and just swung for the fences.... Somebody was home!
Right away I knew it was the right kind! Great fight in this girl as Squatch got his mits on her tail and slid her up the beach. Great set of chompers on ger!
For her size, she was rather rotund. A fat 80" female 7-gill. Clean without a mark on her.
This 80" looks bigger than Mike's 92". lol
Anyway, we fished until 10pm and called it quits. By the time I got home and in bed, it was midnight. 4am wakeup call is brutal when getting to bed so late, but it's worth it when you hit a big mark, like Over the Hill big number.... 40! Only 10 more to get to a big landmark of the half-century club!
Thanks for reading and until next tide!