Last night it was 63 degrees at 23:00! I fished in long sleeves and no surf top IN NOVEMBER! WHAT!?!?! I was HOT walking to my spot! SWEATING! HOW!?!?!
And the fish are still here. I didn't convert, but I visited one of my favorite spots last night. Things seemed good on conditions- and I found a shit ton of bait. Around 8:45 I had a CRUSHING hit, some mad head shakes, and then POP- nothing. The sluggo came back, all f'd up, with a straightened hook. That's the first time ever for me. I don't know what happened, I feel totally embarrassed to keep losing fish!!!
Was it a 40lb fish? Hell no. But it wasn't 30" either! Motivating if nothing else.
Other than that, I had a couple other short strikes on a mag darter later on. My stupid wading boot ended up falling apart, sole separated from the body of the shoe, and I couldn't stand it anymore so I left around 11.
There were schools of bait so thick at this location that they were banging against my waders- and not sand eels either. It's literally exactly the same way it looked in August. Insane. I'm going back out tonight, hoping to report back better results.