Conditions seemed too good to pass up a surf session. I even decided to overlook the minus tide.
I took the opportunity to check out an area I have been thinking of trying out.
It looked rocky as all get out, but I thought I spotted a clear area, so I rigged up and sent out a bait. No action so I sent out another, and another. I finally got one snagged in the rocks and couldn't free it except by brute force. I lost my rig, my rub leader and 50yds of line. Ugh.
Rig up again, and lose another 40yds of line before long. Argh.
Then I put on my last steel leader. With a circle hook. 8/0. Not my usual thing, but I made a couple up to try out.
I finally get a screamer, grab my rod, and watch line peel off. And then stop. Fish came off. Felt like a nice one.
At least I still had my rig.
Cast out, wait a while and I'm bit again. This time I have the fish on for a great fight and it comes so close I can hear it splashing but I can't put eyes on it. I feel my line rubbing on the rocks and then, pop, I'm off.
Could have been an epic night, but it was just a teaser.
