Since I overslept my alarm (and apparently the WSB bite) I hit the water after work. Breezy and choppy had me missing the AM calm. Ken actually had his radio on so I headed out his way. Not much bait inside. Around the corner, I see birds working what I thought were ravenous calicos. Thinking, "heck, I need lobster bait" I threw at em and bango, hooked up. Feels small and yellow and sure enough, I stick it to this midget.
Not big but at least it gets the skunk off the boat. Another one was one and off, and one big spot of about 20-30 came up. After that, real quiet. Caught up with Ken since I haven't done the PM in awhile and we eventually met up with a somewhat spooked monsieur Knott (his tale). Kept my feet in the boat for the paddle back. High tide landing in the street. Beautiful moonrise over mt soledad. Got this shot of my photo biyatch.
See you tomorrow morning, usual spot (N) Nelz. Let's see if we can get those larger units to stick, then hit the kelp. Sweet little hamachi ain't gonna cut it with this crowd.
