Well, here's a "non-report" for ya. I decided to go look for some sea run cutthroat today. Took a one mile walk to one of my favorite beaches. It is "prime" cutthroat habitat. Well, it happened. I got a big skunk. I fished for two hours. If you can't catch a cutthroat in two hours on one of your favorite beaches, what do you do? Quit. Before leaving I picked 18 oysters and headed home. When I got home, I shucked them out of the back of my truck while drinking a tall Becks for an appetizer for dinner! Yeah baby... Where the hell are my favorite fish?!! I was pretty much dumbfounded. I rarely get a skunk. I didn't even get a touch!!!!! *^%*$#&@$#$%*^ Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!