Had Steve out for a half a day trip. Started out with wind against tide and sloppy conditions looking for bunker and any signs of bass or blues. Drove around a bit before heading across the pond and settling in on tons, I mean tons, of birds working over a rip that had a mix of blues and schoolie bass mixed in. Worked it for a while before the slop and chop won out over Steve's stomach and legs.
We called it an early day and hope to get out another time in slightly better conditions. It was a tough morning, not only for a first time saltwater fly rodder, but even for someone who enjoys fly fishing in a washing machine.