Bob Young and I went out this morning midway into the ebbtide and fished until just past noon. I hit a good fish on a grizzley popper almost right off as I waded and cast my way up the beach. Bob leapfrogged ahead and soon nailed a good one also on an orange and yellow wet. It was a beautiful, almost windless, day. Bob had four good fish, one of almost 18 inches, to hand and LDR'd a half dozen more. I had three to hand, a few unbuttoned and a good bunch of follows/swirls/lunges. It was good not to have to fight wind and swells today.
Leland.
