David Cerini was having some trouble catching a fish, as the fishing has been pretty slow. So what does a killer do when he's having trouble killing things? Up your game. Mr. Cerini jumped in the water yesterday, along with John Morozumi, and they looked for halibut. Ten feet of visibility showed them....no halibut. But, while on the edge of a school of needle head (what's smaller than pinhead?) anchovies, across the bay from the Boathouse, Davey saw a gray shadow emerge from the gloom. After determining that the hoped for white sea bass was actually a thresher shark, he started to lower the speargun, as generally, spearing a thresher is a great way to get dragged through the water for a long time or maybe get bit. But, the thresher, sensing Davey's need to kill, turned sideways and paused in front of him. When a forked-horn buck leans up against the barrel of your rifle during deer season, well, you shoot him. You can get past the smell of burned fur. Davey shot, and for a second the shark was stunned and he thought he got away with it. But threshers are built out of speed and power, so Davey couldn't get past the dragging and wrestling part. But he won. The thresher weighed 36 pounds gutted. He's smiling in the picture, but there may be a longer pause before he pulls the trigger on another thresher shark.

     The fishing has been slow, partly because the wind we've had has finally blown a plume of 48º water into the bay. That will slow things down on the north end of the bay for sure. The southern 3/4 of the bay has still had fish biting and a few people have even limited out. The fish in the back aren't big and you must carefully sort them as most aren't keepers. There were a couple of halibut caught on the bar today in that cold water, so more may be lurking there and be even bitier when the water warms up. Time will tell.