It's hard to try and live within some age based reality. I raced mx till I had broken my neck, both ankles, shoulder blade, knee and fractured lower back. So I decided hang gliding would be safer(doh) jumped off Palomar mountain and Torrey pines several times. Now at 61 yrs old with a fused back and ankle and a beer belly la jolla is really daunting(and calling me). Then to read Tony's story, that IS what keeps me on the beach. I give all you guys on BWE a lot of credit for not only being great fishermen, but braving the elements to reach the fishing zone. I can only hope(it's my goal) that as I become more familiar with my battleship (PA14) that I will one day catch that big yellowtail. For now I'm learning about loosing equipment(lol) and bay fishing. A man has to have dreams to be happy and kayak fishing keeps me dreaming of my next outing. 61 is the new 41 !!!!
