It turns out that just because Ed Parsons was having a hard time fishing, and then he caught a striper, it doesn't mean that you'll catch a striper. More than a couple people did catch stripers today, but the ones that count (Gage and I) didn't. 

   Dammit.

    We did catch two halibut, the larger one running 17.5 pounds, and the other, well, less. From thev few that I spoke with, two seemed like the average. Somebody out there, and probably more than one, caught more than two. And some caught less. The live bait bite was on fire north of Hog Island between 8:00 am and 9:00 am. We watched a boat land two while we were catching bait. We cut the bait hunt short and dropped in adjacent to their drift. Our two fish and two of our three missed bites came before 9:00. We thought we were gonna kill 'em. Then, depression set in. Oh well, that's fishing. Everything after 9:00 was us zigging when we should have zagged, and vice versa. Whatever. It's not like we should have pulled the boat out of the water and fished the sand point.

   Doug was visiting some folks camping in the low 500's and sent me this text this evening: "Walking in front of the point a big Halibut. Off the beach" So people are catching fish everywhere. Or they aren't. It's fishing. And it's the frustration that makes it awesome. And it's really awesome today. For some. I gaffed a couple of Gage's fish, so I'm not bitter.....