Been enjoying my return to my light tackle days.
Saturday I went down to an old favorite beach. Turned right, no action. Went way back down the beach the other direction to "Corbinaland." Still holds the title. Got 5 corbina in the 12-14" range. Headed home after that. Pretty happy.
Today I just jumped in the truck and let it take me fishing. My last truck was pretty good at picking where to go, so I had to give the new truck the chance.
I was quite surprised at where it took me. Somewhere I haven't even looked at in ages, but has a great history with me. I was intrigued, and decided to play along.
Ran the cobblestone gauntlet to get to the water, but there was plenty of sand to stand on comfortably.
Dug a few crabs, pinned one on and made a short cast into a deeper looking zone.
Not long after that, I felt a familiar thump, then a run, and a pretty good fight, considering I was fishing 10# line.
Rewarded with a nice corbina. 22" maybe? Didn't measure. Almost didn't take a picture, but decided I needed to try and figure some way to post a pic in case I catch a nice contender.
Seriously considered just leaving, the first cast curse was going through my mind.
An hour passed without a bite. I worked up, down, in the wholes, on the flats. Nothing.
Decided to try the long bomb.
Slung one out just to the impact zone of the outer break and let it sit. Shortly, my rod just loads up, no bite felt, and something is hooked.
Pretty dogged fight, I was thinking small bat, but it felt more fishy. I couldn't figure this one out. Guess it has been too long since I got a decent one.
Pretty stoked. I fished the long bomb for another 30 minutes and got a decent size perch.
Packed it in and headed for home after another 30 with no action.
