Check it out. Tom and I actually hit the sand.
Checked a couple spots. First was weedy and had pretty high surf. Second looked like just the ticket.
Watched a killer sunset as the crowds cleared but soon had the beach to ourselves. For a little while at least.
Not a whole lot of action, bait stealers were out, but not too bad for me. Guess Tom had more than I did.
Good to be out. Tom spotted a huge red fireball shoot across the sky as I was staring into space in the opposite direction.
Got a nice hit on about my fourth bait. Grabbed the rod and it took off for the other side of the world. Definitely the right kind. Sweet.
Finally got it turned and headed my way, then, stalemate. It wouldn't come any farther. I couldn't feel it anymore either. Great, stuck on the reef.
Gave it some loose drag and it swam free. A short while later and Tom went in for the grab. One armed. His shoulder is all jacked up. Thankfully he slipped the tail rope on and it was game over.
That was it for the night. The rest of my baits sat untouched. Tom got a few hits but only managed a bass or two.
Measured out at 72 on the dot. Fresh jetty mack did the trick on a dropping tide. Moon was down, but it looked like a crescent this morning. Nice female soupie to break my slump.
