Bumps in the cloth of C

Sweet Sunset

End of the wall flyer...

Rider unknown...

Wall flyer 2.

Spit

Drove out to the sand spit, watching the weather ahead of the storm front due today. Quite a few boats out, fish starting to hit. Sealions lazing on the sand, last week they were out at sea, must be an indicator that either fish or weather is keeping them close.



Out of the water darted a salmon about twenty pounds, and right behind it shot out a sealion. It was all over so soon that it was hard to say if the sealion grabbed it or if it swam back into the water on it's own. Either way I wasn't able to pluck a free meal off the beach for the second time this year.



A friend of mine motored by in his tin can.... "You want to fish today?" he asked, "Sure!", I pulled waders from the truck and climbed in. We fished the seams of outgoing water, just missed a couple of hookups. A little activity on a couple of other boats, the wind hitting us, just a reminder that this storm is for real. Right before noon, the rains began and he dropped me off on the sand and as I walked to the truck he raced away up the river for cover.

The wall-fly.

Empty face

Finally...

...a go out in juice, shallow little green olive pits. After a longer than usual wind pattern. Grey and fall-like, all the holiday crowds gone, just a couple playing bocce ball on the sand. Myself and one other in the water.....

Surf??? What surf!?

The Mendocino Ridge is upon us like a spring plague, relentless and unending. Three weeks ago the forecast was for a strong northwesterly blow to occur, it did not and I rejoiced in the ineptitude of forecasters. Alas it was coming, just not on their timetable. Two weeks have elapsed and every day it has blown out the beachies and quashed any hope of a late season south swell, there seems to be more left in the gulf chute too and it may be days before we get a change.

Surf on the north shore, surf in California. Here it's 340 degrees out of the north, running away down the beach and craaaap! The water temp off the mouth of the river reads 47 while the river itself is a balmy 65, WTF? It's offshore in some protected spots, but no west swells on tap to force a little size into those pockets.

But there are other things to do......

mmmmmm..........dinnner!

Freshies!

Where did it go?

Bet you if I sweep this place clean, I'll find it!!

Air Shark!

'Tis the season, keep your eyes peeled.....