Made the solo run to a new a.o, and was quickly greeted by dfg. Always nice seeing them out on the sand. Forgot to get his name, but he was an older bald fellow.
I was armed with fresh macks and soaking my usual rigs, kelp had its moments. And it didn't take long for soup #1 to hit the sand, a green 71" female
I recast maybe twice, with long soaks, and started getting tired by 11:30. But felt like holding the surf rod and waiting for a bite was in order, for some reason I had a feeling I'd get a bite quicker? Go figure, I felt the tap tap, boom. Missed it on the swing, rebait a midsection, cast, and just wait holding the rod and keeping the line right while I browse thru my phone. Maybe 10 mins go by, tap tap, slack, boom! A real spunky 65"f emale hits the sand. Unfortunately she swallowed the hook, so I cut her loose as close as possible in quick manner.
I really wanted to recast with a fresh bait, but by now it close to midnight, got a decent drive, I'm tired, so I get my remaining 2 macks, finally dice and distribute them to the surf and call it a night.
