Huntington Harbor June 15
Used an uncomfortable 7-weight today. I, um, do not own a 7-weight. In true Larry-Curly-Moe fashion, I brought the top half of an 8-weight with the
bottom half of my 6-weight, which are close in color in the early morning. I almost cancelled the outing at the launch site when discovered, but they
fit together, and, let’s face it, I’d probably hand-line if need be for the chance at catching fish.
Warm water. Fish were biting. The strange rod imbalance made them feel bigger than they were, which I guess was fun. Best spot was along the virtual
buoy line, in the middle area bordering where you are not supposed to go. Fast drifts through there meant not a lot of opportunities for me, but it
was a fish every cast when I would make the effort to paddle back to the good water and get set up for it again.
Stuck with the standard brown/red crazy dad most of the session. No long lulls between hookups and I managed to get strikes all over the place. Glad I
This sandie was fun:
This spottie put me on the reel:
This halibut decided he wanted a crazy dad:
...and Peter said, "I am going fishing." John 21:3
- Andrew K