I don't remember the last time there was a surf window on a day I could fish to see what was out there. Steve and I hit the surf and it felt great to cast out in the big pond for a change.
Only issue was most of the baits were coming back surgical. A few were chomped, but not a single screamer all night. I was just telling Steve that I thought someone had a voodoo doll of me because I couldn't get a break lately and I've made peace with Karma a long time ago. Well, hanging with Steve might have passed the torch to him.
He reeled up a round ray, so was on the board, but tried to shake him off with his pliers and Whammo! Stuck him in the finger!
The night was over at that point and only a round ray was caught, but Steve did not like the passing of the baton between poison Oak and being jabbed with a sting ray again. I hope it heals quick Steve. Thanks for taking the Voodoo juju from me. I feel better already!
