Squatch and I drove up to where we were getting all the bass armed with lighter long rods where we could get both bass and shark if needed. Bummer thing was a couple of guys ran an antenna
array across the beach armed with big white buckets for all of the small bass I guess. We decided to drive to another beach and give it a whirl.
Beach number two was loaded with salad. I could barely soak for 30 seconds before getting weeded up. Steve made a short move and found a slightly cleaner section of beach. He proceeded to catch some stuff.
I had a belly in my line and my connector knot was in the middle, so I gave it a little light flip to get the belly out. I had a sharp pain in my thumb and knew that even that wimpy lob cast had the knot sting my thumb. I grabbed my sinker and though, "Why is my sinker rusty looking?". I looked at my hand and realized I split my thumb open with the connector knot! No band-aid around, so I thought my night was done... until I noticed a band-aid on my leg from earlier in the day. Swapped spots and it worked out great!
I moved down and found cleaner water. I was using my big shark rod instead of the bass rod hoping for glory, so it was tough getting a bass to take the size 12/0 hook, but I finally nabbed one of the bait thieves.
I then thought I had a whopper of a bass! It was pulling hard and trying to pull line, so I thought I had a real grump.... Turned out to only be a surf tractor that I nailed in the wing.
So, the bait stealing was still in full effect and I burned through some old baits. It got to a point where my thumb no longer was working right and we called it quits.
Hopefully soon we'll start seeing the grinners!
