Blacks Beach continues to surprise, quickly becoming my favorite beach. Almost murdered by a crazy homeless person, and now almost murdered by the sheer will of a Karen today. Got to Blacks around 7:30, the whole beach was covered in beached kelp, probably hundreds of miles of kelp if you could untangle all of it. At around 8:15 two women walking back from the Mushroom House confronted me. I usually fish closer to the pier because it's less crowded, besides I never keep my catch so I don't mind C&R. Anyways, one walks up to me and asks what I'm going for, the bite had been slow so I told her I was going for anything that would bite. And I saw the fire in her eyes light up, the sentence right after being "you know you can't fish here right? Nobody's allowed to fish this area all the way to Torrey Pines." Confused as I was, I responded "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm certain that isn't true." And she told me "no no no. I'm the manager of this area, you're in the wrong." I didn't think that there was a CEO of Black's Beach, but I was trying very hard to contain my laughter. She asked if I had my license, to which I replied yes, and then she said that I was supposed to take a course on SCMA protected areas to get my license. I didn't even know what to say, the Walmart I went to didn't offer a course, maybe I was supposed to go to the DMV or something. We very casually debated the fishing ground, she insisted that in order for me to fish that area, I would have to be fly fishing. And I don't know about you guys, but I've never seen someone fly fish a beach. I responded by saying that I'm aware it's a protected area, and I didn't plan on keeping my catch. But everytime I said that she got closer and closer to the verge of tears. Eventually she said, "do you want me to call a warden? I'll do it and he'll fine you." It was close to sunset, the lifeguards were gone so I couldn't call one over but I was very interested in seeing how a warden would handle her. I agreed to have a warden sort out the situation, and she opened her phone to call someone. The longer the call went on the further she drifted from me, I knew she was getting told off and she didn't want me to hear. She ended the call and started scurrying away, I knew that she was wrong and she was just trying to save face, so I caught up to her to ask what the warden said, and she told me exactly "if you want to talk to me, you have to maintain 6 foot distance." She obviously wanted nothing to do with me, but I wasn't done with her. I was adamant to tell her I meant no disrespect and I just wanted to sort out the situation, if I folded and left when she told me I wasn't allowed to fish there then she would've felt like a God, and I couldn't let future fisherman feel her wrath. Anyways we parted ways, never getting the answer of what the warden said. But when I reached the top of the hill on the climb back up, I saw a familiar face. It was her! She waited at least 20 minutes for me to climb up the hill, and she handed me a brochure telling me that I was in the right, it's like if Jehova's Witnesses were going around handing satanist brochures to people because they didn't read the brochure itself. She really wanted to get the last word, she probably felt good about herself after giving me that brochure. I replied by saying "see you later" to which see didn't seem too pleased. I plan on going back, next time I see her we'll see what she has to say to me. Would post photos of her to see if anyone else has seen her patrolling the beach, but I don't want to violate her privacy. I'm inclined to stay respectful to her despite her immediate reaction towards me fishing. In conclusion, Black's Beach continues to surprise, despite the fact that I didn't catch anything, I had a great time and I itch for the next time I head to that beach.