Launched at the shores in the dark. Tide almost high enough to launch from the road.
Made bait (macks) on the edge of the kelp. Paddled around The Bump and was about halfway to The Corner when I detoured west a bit to see some whales. Then decided “screw it, today I’m going to go see what The 32 looks like.”
That was a waste. Underwater topography not very exciting and no fish marks. Started the long peddle back. Cut the corner off The Bump and was heading across the plateau, about 70’ deep. By this stage it was after noon and had lost a couple of bait to the dogs and had no hits on the shimano flatfall.
Zzz! Zzz! Zzzzzzzzz! My trolled live bait went off. I grabbed it and felt strong jerks and assumed another dog. P’ed off I started pulling, taking out my frustration on the dog. Weirdly it wasn’t coming up for air. Then I felt scraping and a pop then slack. But it was still on. That repeated for a couple of minutes as I cut/popped through kelp. Then I was excited and determined to see what I had so I muscled it up and this is what popped up [emoji1]
35.5 pounds, my personal best.
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