One of those days...

[Deamon]

When my few shots on the water have come up lately, shit has happened...inability to make a bait...crashing fish that seemingly laugh at my offerings...big bite whiffs...a heartwrenching breakoff...seemed like every worse case scenario.

So with the vigor of a new day...I meet a good dude (Brian) on the way out...who happened to fish it the day before and he freely gives me the dope(YES!). He also said "if we can make bait, we'll get our shots today"...The confidence grows.

Since my break off the week prior, I switched to 40# flouro...soon, my tank gets more bait in it than it's seen in quite a while...I am locked and loaded. Brian and I are on the outside edge from everyone else, waiting. Luck of the draw, my rod goes off and I'm towed out towards Catalina. Yes! A 29# fish tied up early. But i'm still wanting. I begin to paddle back to the area and I've noticed quite a few peeps have moved in around Brian. I didn't want to get caught up in the numbers game so I reset inside of most. Soon enough, the rod goes off again. It was one of those days. Headed in at 8:30am.