I received a message from Roger just before leaving for New England that he had found some nice Searuns in his local haunts and it was time to fish. As soon as I got back I let him know I was basically available anytime/any day.... what do I even accrue sick time for if not to use it on October SRC? Roger and I headed out around 0930, after the tide had a chance to change and start moving. The fishing wasn't hard, but it wasn't easy either. We picked up a couple of nice fish at the second beach we hit, but after that it slowed a bit. We found about a dozen smaller SRC throughout the morning. The average size of the SRC we were finding was about 10"-14", a bit on the small side of average down south. Finally we headed for one of Rogers favorite beaches to look for what he affectionately calls, "the big boys!" As soon as we anchored up the set up looked beautiful, two current seams converging over a beautiful cobble beach with a nice drop off..... you couldn't ask for anything better. We cast for a couple of minutes with not a bump... lift anchor drop us back 10 feet... nothing... another 10... Salmon jumps behind the boat... and I get a hard strike and miss. Roger starts laughing saying something about hooking a salmon, when a huge fish hammers my fly, starts kicking water everywhere and heads down current! Roger and I look at each other with eyes the size of saucers, and I say, it's got to be a salmon. As the fish peels line a knot forms in my running line at my feet and before I can grab it starts popping through my guides, just making through the tip top. The fish doesn't slow until I'm looking at backing. Meanwhile Roger has hooked up and is fighting a nice fish on the other side of the boat! As I start to fight the fish back to the boat, I get to the knot in my line. I can't get it through the tip top, I start to hand line the fish in, while Roger begins to work on my knot, but just as the fish comes up near the boat and we both see it, it pops off and slips back into the deep pool....Beautiful yellow fins and spots...wait.. WOW! It was a Searun! Roger says it went 20" when he saw it, I was too worked up to think about it.. Holy $#!@ I've never had a Searun fight like that! After missing on another hard strike I checked my hook, to find it straightened out! That was a monster Cutthroat! Neither Roger nor I have had a Searun straighten a SC-15 before, but with the combined power of fish and current it can happen. We cruised to one last spot as the current slowed. After a couple of minutes without any strikes, Roger said we better head out, but like true fisherman we continued to cast and joke instead of actually leaving. Two minutes later Roger is fighting a strong fish. The only fish of the area, and what turned out to be the biggest fish of the day! A fitting ending for a perfect day.