Two More Mornings -- After Today

Encouraged by the fishing last night (or last evening -- since we stopped a little after 8:15 pm), I awoke before daybreak and thought of getting down to the beach while it was still high tide (or close).  Since I had used all my bait last night, I decided I could trim a few small pieces off of the two blues chilling in the fridge waiting to be cooked tonight.

Took my flashlight, the bait, my bucket and one of my fresh-water poles and reels (with a cup of coffee, of course) and stepped into the foggy morning with hopes of hooking another of those blues and having the added fun of landing it with a lighter-weight rod and reel.  The fog was not too dense and I could see the surf near its highest marks on the beach though it was like casting into the dark with no certainty of where in the ocean I might splash -- the one light at the steps and seawall did however, provide just enough light for the splash to be seen and most others thereafter.

High Tide in the Fog

My hopes were not answered during the first half hour or so (had no watch to tell how long for sure) and decided to go back for another cup of coffee, some gloves (bought in the Andes from a Peruvian woman), and my camera -- I felt the sun coming through the fog might provide some interesting shots.  Took the flashlight back at the same time as some daylight seemed to provide enough illumination to fish.

Sun is Up

Well, after being re-outfitted for at least another hour or two, I continued to cast to the second set of big waves rolling into the beach and retrieved the offerings at a steady pace with the rolling waves without getting a single bite.  I did however manage to take a few shots with the camera and at least captured something from the foggy morning outing.

Higher and ....

.... Higher