Got out twice last week on the beach for some more sea run action.
June 20: fished 1 ¾ hours; hooked 6 fish, landed 5. 2 fish were in the 15-16" range. Nice chrome hoggies, one that put up an exceptional fight for a cutthroat. A buddy got a pic of the fish on his disposable camera which I'll post when he emails it to me.
June 22: fished 2.5 hours. Tough conditions tonight. Stiff onshore breeze and 2 ft+ chop. Fish were difficult to find; it wasn't until the last 45 minutes, after moving around the beach alot, that I started to hit fish steadily. Hooked 5 hooked fish, landed 3 smallish cutts under 12". Lost 2 much larger fish. Darn barbless hooks. (I say that in jest. Even though you can use barbed hooks for sea runs in the saltwater, since there are very few hatchery fish and you have to release wilds, using barbed hooks is almost criminal)
The last fish tonight was the most memorable. My buddy hadn't hit a fish all night and had been subject to my recent emails of the good action on the beach. "How come you only have the good nights when you're by youself?" he said skeptically. No sooner had he made the "f" sound in "yourself" than I hit a big cutt that exploded like a Polaris missle, 2 feet out of the water. The fish went nuts for 10-15 seconds before it jumped one last time and spit the hook. "What did you say" I said. "Nothing" he replied. Then we had a good laugh. Priceless!