Summers here!

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.