I know, surprise. I was walking Skye down to the beach, around the harbor, and I met Ron, who was about to go out on his own, but he invited me. I called Georgia, and had her bring my rods, tackle bag and float coat, and we headed out to the usual location. Georgia finished the walk and found four shark's teeth.
We met Pete on his last drift of his day trip. He reported excellent fishing, with many big fish.
It was a little slow at first (we arrived as the current was slackening to flood to ebb), but it did get pretty good after a while, with a lot of fish between 25 and 30 inches and a few smalls, no giants.
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