Finally was able to make it out for the first time in the new year. Still sporting my stylish 2014 bat ray wound but it is finally closing up, we hit up the Seven spot. Clear water, no salad, sub 1ft surf with a negative low going to a 3.9 high at 10:34 PM. Moon was bright as day and there was lots of bird and dolphin activity right outside the breakers. My buddy gets a pick up around 8:00 but manages to farm it hard. I wanted to check my bait since it had been tapped a few times but nothing committed. Reel in, turn my headlamp on, since it was the last cast on the long I was going to make for the night I decided to go for broke. Waded out to waist deep water and posted up, by this point the area had filled substantially. I cast and then look to my left. I saw a body lazily cruising the bottom and I thought it was a trophy leopard shark which are always cool to see cruising. Then one of the bigger swells came and I see it catch the wave B lining it right to me. By this point my headlamp had the whole head and body illuminated and it was a decent sized 7 gill. I was hoping I was seeing things, but to be safe I shrieked like a little girl, jumped back and threw a kick in front of me. I felt the sandpaper give as I kicked it in it's gut right behind the pectoral fin and he gave me a goodbye slap of it's tail on my shin. Had me hyperventilating and everything, it truly caught me off guard and was quite terrifying since I could tell he was coming to inspect what I was. The usual pig perch and smelt made their appearance in good numbers but not even a bat ray was stuck on the long rods. Well, at least I know the sevens are active, and glad they showed me that they are not very far at all. Sorry no fish or scenery porn, just a story. Next week we're gonna get one on the sand!
