In late March I was able to get in a work trip to the plant and the weather decided to cooperate for one of those gorgeous spring evenings. After passing a couple of empty handed fisherman on their way out, I had the whole jetty to myself. Then I got doused... Just standing on the ocean side, grabbing some audio, surrounded by dry rocks, and a sneaker wave splashed onto the top of the jetty. No harm done but a small dent in my ego as the newly slick rocks necessitated a crawl to safety.
For the first two hours, everything was quiet. Maybe 6 pieces of tackle donated to the jetty gods but not a single bite. Then this lingcod got hooked up (really bad luck?) and after an 8 month hiatus, I got to feel a fish stripping off line. At 24", he was a little longer and a lot heavier than my first lingcod but just as tasty even without the blue fillets.
