Tuesday 4/4 PM
Pulled onto the beach around 2pm. Several rental kayaks/kayakers were bobbing like corks in the surf. Wind swell was 3-5 @ 8 seconds. Terrible conditions. Strapped everything down and said, "Fuck it, I'm already here."
Attempted launch at 2pm. Should have known better. I couldn't make it through the outside breakers. I didn't roll but did have to bail, hold on, and ride back in until my feet found sand again.
Sunday 4/9 AM
Pulled onto beach at 5:30am. Much more reasonable 1-2 foot surf. Headed down to the pier to make bait. Water was cold (55ish). Lots of dolphin, dog, and bird activity. Caught nothing at the pier. Went straight out over the canyon into cold blue water then headed south trolling an iron. When I was closer to the condo in brown water I filled my well with candy bar Greenies and Spanish. That was the end of "catching" for the day. No takers on the dropper loop or Tady Squid photo yo-yo. Everything looked right, but the water was cold. Landed at 11am. Felt good to knock that rust off. Looking forward to things warming up.
(Oh, I was also fishing upside down/I'm too lazy to fix the pic)