At least in the salt. That little bit of rain gave them a scent of the rivers and boom, they were gone and I ain't gonna fight the spider wire and pink lead upstream. Weekend reports for the beach were so so, this morning totally sucked. I’m sure there will be sporadic pods come through for a day or two, but for the most part it’s over. No more limits in 20 minutes, that is for sure. I have to admit, that was some crazy stuff out there while it was hot. I had well over 25 to hand, unknown amount LDR’d. It was great meeting a lot of people from the site. It was a great reminder on how to keep fish while barbless. And this year I found out they taste great fresh out of the salt. I’m still not touching them nasty bastards in the river though. The only downside this year was that it felt odd not hearing Oldman bitch while chasing the Pinks. Alas, I‘ll have to wait another two years. Any other thoughts on things learned, numbers, successes, etc?