Luckily for us all(?), Gage sent over his photo of his halibut from this morning at Hog. This fish is one of two that bit at almost the same time, but it's the one that stuck. Lost fish and missed bites are rarely pictured, so this solid biter will have to suffice. This fish in the picture is sitting on Tim Woerner's cleaning table. Many cultures consider it proper to give to their god. Good Christians are supposed to tithe. As Tim is our local connection to the fish gods, Gage gave up his fish to the man. He also got a few tips. Gage came out ahead. Other fishermen today had less optimistic reports. There were a few halibut caught, but not too many. Even Marshall was slow, as far as the few reports we got here indicated. Maybe tomorrow? Please don't let Gage think he's the man for more than a day.

   Kerry Apgar texted me yesterday to say that Frank Green had called her to tell her that Don Mosby had passed away. A lot (most) of what I know about successful fishing I learned from my elders. Mr. Mosby was generally not that forthcoming with tips, but a lot could be gleamed from his stories and from watching him fish. A LOT. I wasn't done learning, damn it. You will be missed sir, by everybody but the halibut. I was considering petitioning CDFW to change the limit on halibut back to three, as with Mosby gone a significant portion of halibut mortality should be removed from the equation. I realized that they won't go for it, though, as long as Frank Green can still hold a fishing rod. Fair enough. Here's a Mosby photo:

  I, also, would like to remembered for catching a 56 pound white seabass, but so far that memory escapes me. Mosby caught his and acted like he deserved it, and honestly, he put in the time. He definitely deserved it. Nice fish Mr. Mosby, and yes, I'm still jealous. I'm sorry you're gone but the halibut rejoice. The flatties won't miss you but I will.