Rob's in town for some holiday this weekend. We attempted the afternoon stardust, but it was cancelled (despite the sealanding personnel's telling us on two separate occassions days earlier that it was running...) so we grabbed some In-N-Out and the float tubes and jumped in the harbor. We're sittin in front of the bait barge, I've got a fastrac, Rob's got green sardine (we were gonna have a competition...) and we're kickin against a rippin current, then it slowly stops, and reverses direction. We're like, what the... Then after a while it stops again, and reverses direction again. It did this all day long, it was so weird. The only thing we could figure was that since it was a mega low tide, and there was a big swell, the swell was pushing the water around in the harbor every time a set came through. It was crazy. We tried the sandbar for nothin, watched some fly fishermen getting wet over 4 inch perch ("that's 17, 18, 19...") and then we decided to go catch ronkies in front of the bait barge. I checked out some pilings first, got bit once or twice, but nothin stuck. Rob regulated on a ronkie. And I mean he showed that thing who was boss. As a token of appreciation for all their consistancy of snagging themselves on hooks, stealing bait, crapping, and being a nuisance, Rob fed the ronkie to some pelicans on the bait dock (it was funny, about 20 of em all dove for it...). So, besides Rob's tremendous battle with that monster of the deep, it pretty much sucked.
-Brian