We are now employing passing young ladies as spokesmodels, as smaller people make the fish look larger. This one weighed 29 pounds and didn't need too much help with the large look, but still. This one and one other (seven pounds) came in on my boat today. I didn't hear any other reports but I wasn't around, haunting the ramp as I usually do. It looked a bit slow from the water, as I only saw two tight groups of boats form up near Hog, one of them for the seven pound fish. Generally, when the boats run over to you when you land a fish, it ain't because they were killing it where they were fishing before. We covered over 20 nautical miles today, most of that with lines in the water, all between the Elk Fence and the bar and almost back again. A good part of the day was spent running the motor(s) in reverse to slow the drift. Part of it was parachute in and out. It got so cold in the wind on the bar that my fingers went numb and turned white for an hour (hard to believe when you're in 100 degrees not too far away, but the Pacific brand AC was working hard today). There's a very few fish around but you gotta work hard to get them. I am whupped. This weekend has some heavy hitters camping and fishing down here and I'm hoping that they can figure out the magic to make these critters jump in the boat. Fresh eyes on the problem. The crabbing, what's left of it, has been mostly fair out in the Outer Bay. I'm hearing numbers of Dungeness ranging from zero to limits with the average being about 3 to 4 keepers per pot if you find a sweet spot. Get 'em while you can.