Fished 2pm-8pm, 2 beaches. Even split of time between the two. Both were light on the weeds. 10 knot wind died at sunset.
Guy walking by me told me there was somebody dropping baits last week at the same spot with a drone. Started figuring that kind of thing into my 10 year plan.
Arrived at spot A, was getting prominent pecks and nibbles on mack chunks, couldn't get them to go.
On one retrieve I snagged this tiny little feller.
I know what you're thinking, I thought it too, but it fell off the hook trying to cast it out...girl with dyed hair with hands on her hips watching me try to wade out and cast it, don't wanna judge too hard but I felt like I was in for an ear full when I got back to the hard pack. She walked away when she saw the ray slip off the hook.
Moved up coast at sunset. Wind died nicely.
A couple missed hook sets here before I finally laid into something and it took off. Fiercest run I've ever had, dragged buttoned down on the Avet and still heading to Santa Cruz. I feel head shakes so I'm trying to keep my sh!t together cuz this would be a submarine of a shark, it's pushing me much harder than an 8' 7 did.
15 minutes in, I finally see the little rat tail sticking out of the wash...
45"
Lost my favorite pliers during the release in the wash, kinda bummed about that.
More sore than I care to admit from that slime ball. Second time at this beach I've been duped by a bat ray that fights like something else.
Maybe try again tomorrow.
