Guess I launched right behind Mike into pumping short period surf that was not small. Hadn't done that in a while and I got well drenched, taking 4 or 5 in succession before I finally punched through. Wind blowing steady at first but died pretty soon thereafter.
SW wind had blown a ton of crap off the kelp, very difficult to troll. Made spanish at the hump and headed to the sual haunts. Birds working deeper so I investigated. Big macs on chovie. Quite a mixed swell up, made it hard to see everyone and my VHF battery was dead so I had a lonely evening. Didn't see the others sneak by me on the way in.
Off the hotel on of my greenies finally gets hit hard. GAME ON. Then a seal pops up. Crap, hooked a seal. Tried to bring him in but he would spook every time I got close. After 15min of being towed around I figured the rapidly approaching darkness was going to make it too dangerous for both of us, so I reeled him in as close as could and thumbed the spool to break of the leader. Stupid little f&%$@r. Heard the surf banging the shore the whole dark paddle in, feeling a little rusty on the dark surf landings. Got lucky on the timing and surfed a little one to the beach, but there were some really bruisers now and then. That's it for me this week, off to hike the grand canyon with my parents. Someone show Ken how to catch a fish while I'm gone, no?
