The plan was to hit three beaches on Sunday. The first was a new beach for me, beautiful in the morning fog, devoid of people, but apparently devoid of fish too. Not a single strike. Drove to my second destination and arrived about an hour before the low turn. I was fishing my 5 wt. with a clear intermediate and a green over white bucktail baitfish pattern. Got several strikes, but no hook-ups. When I finally decided to change flies, I tied on a pattern given to me by a friend who said he'd had success with it on this particular beach. On my second cast, I got a spirited strike and landed a girthy 15" SRC. I fought three more SRCs, catching two and LDRing one in the next 15 minutes. A lull followed, but the day ended with me sight casting to a jumper and landing it. It was the biggest cuttie of the day at 16 inches, full of vim and vigor and aerial finesse. I never made it to the third beach. I'm now addicted to SRCs and the Sound.