I had rigged up the old RPL 5wt. before leaving the car, so I was ready to fish when I got to one of my favorite rocks on the beach. The “Popsicle Stick” was ready to go. I got an unexpected strike after about 3 casts, but nothing else until the tide started moving after an hour or maybe less. A light breeze was on the Canal and as good as one can have. I decided to move down the beach around 250 feet away from where I started. I landed a small fish of 12 inches. A made a quick search and had another fish. I moved another 50 feet and tied into 3 fish on about 5 casts. They were all about the same size, 12 inches but feisty as hell. I fought the incoming weeds for a little while, then finally landed a 13-14 inch fish. After landing that fish, I stumbled on a small boulder beneath the water. Ker-Sploosh! As I was backing in thigh high water I tripped. I floundered for a brief moment….. “Ah shit!” Luckily I got my balance and got my right arms soaked pretty well. I also got a little shot of water down my waders. They were wet, but not really soaked soaked. So, I fished!
I landed two more cutthroats, after the weeds subsided a bit, of around 13-1/2 inches. I fished for about 2-1/2 hours and thought I had enough pleasure for the day. It was good enough for me and not a bad day after all. If only I had a Dunkin Donut and a cup of coffee, I would have stayed out longer! View attachment 22263 View attachment 22264 View attachment 22265 View attachment 22266 View attachment 22267 View attachment 22263 View attachment 22264 View attachment 22265 View attachment 22266 View attachment 22267