Got to the beach around 5 am and met Al who had on a solid colored pair of shorts on today. Good for me he got a chuckle out of yesterdays blog post. I forgot my stripping basket so I broke out the spey rod and hit the rocks. I watched as cocktail blues cornered and ambushed silversides against the groin.
Al stayed on the beach tossing a popper into the wash and neither of us moved a fish. It was a nice morning to be out there even without a bite.