Getting ready at 12am to get up at 5am.
On the water before 6am.
My favorite lure. Even though he wasn't cut out for the conditions. 18ft waves on Friday and 20-30mph winds the entire weekend will kick your ass when you're trying to fish in the surf. I only got knocked down once, but I was almost knocked over about a hundred times.
This guy was hanging onto this flower for dear life.
My first fish of the trip, a baby blue. Bucktails were about the only thing that worked in those waves and in that wind. Red pork rind tails baby!
Steve and his first fish.
My keeper that within 30 seconds of this photo being taken was swept back to sea by a rogue wave that slammed up the shore and took her even though I dove into the sand to stop her. Live and learn, I will not make that mistake again. I hope to see you another day when you're much fatter.
Bass number two. A bit too small.
Bass number three. And that's it for me.
A random sculpture on the beach.
And here we have a video that is sure to upset most people. But I think Bobby McFerrin has that affect on most people.
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