Decided to give Occasional Cortex and her tribe a rest.. well, just for a few minutes. Fog, and an onshore wind were kicking up from the SW, a slight chill in the air, and some fish.. plenty of fish. Met Chris and CaptWoody this morning for a little rust-removal. Personally, I've been so sick of putting off fishing because of wet weather, cold wind and cold water. The heII with it.. The possibility of being cold to the bone didn't even matter today. Like the other two boys, I just needed to get out to once again feel what I hadn't felt in a couple of months. Launched off the boat ramp and went straight across to the golf course. Unless you know the venue well or have sonar, you'd never know that there was a sweet little stretch of 45-degree drop-off shelf within feet of the sand. I love it there. Its chock-full of fish - always. The two boys traveled east along the point and around the corner, but I stayed where I was comfortable - and where I knew fish would be hiding. By the time the boys came back around the point, I had 28 to my credit. Sure, they were all small Spotties and Mackerel, but there were 28 of them. The Capt's numbers were a little thin, so he made an adjustment.. ditch the fly clips and get back to loop knots. His number skyrocketed immediately. Chris remained quiet, but I knew he was doing well because he always does. We started picking up Halibut - all illegals, but Halibut nonetheless. Capt and Chris had the best at 18", and the three I picked up were all less than that. I'm guessing Capt was digging his new 200gr sunk-tip line. Its the same line I use and have so much success with. We all monkeyed around a little while longer at the shelf, then bailed west across the bay for the wall. There we continued to get hammered by little Spotties and Macks, but I'm still not sure how I kept catching them. My flies didn't even look like flies anymore.. just hook shanks, lead eyes and a few strands of fiber were all that remained. I counted the hairs that were left on my olive/white clouser.. 6. Six hairs. That's it. Proof once again that bay fish will hit anything. Final number for me was 58. I have no idea what Chris' or the Capt's final number was. Hopefully, Capt will chime in here and tell us what their numbers were. So a great three hours of water time. Water temp was 62. Not much else to say other than my right knee is so sore, I look like an old man walking about the house. But it was great to get out, and even better to have a banner day at 58 total. I can only pray that we have many more days like today.. warmer water and warmer air temps coming soon !! Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming and daily dose of Occasional Cortex Extreme Left bartender banter !