Ran around trying to score some freshies after work, finally hooked up w/ a halfbushel. Left the Marina about 6PM with Tom "I never clammed before" aboard. Nice evening, water temp dropped to 61F on the incoming and very muddy. Bay was MT. Ya Sista's A$$ was running like a woman to a one day sale as she managed a new personal best waterspeed on the way east. I think my diligent burning of thousands of gallons of 89Octane the past few years has actually added a few hundred rpms.... yeahbaby. At almost 36kt indicated on the gps it sounded great, them reedyvalves wuzzaflappin and we got there in notime, less a few minutes.
Once out at Romer, it was calmer than I thought it would be, had the place basically to ourselves. Anchored up and started crackin'. Showed Tombo the drill and proceeded to catch a mixed bagocrap-- some chopper blues, dogfish, and robbins as the sun set, and outgoing began to run. Expected good things after dark but it was not to be. Cracked the rest of the clams, I think the rain screwed up the bite. No stripes for us. Headed in somewhat slower in the dark, had a few sodas and called it a good night. Should be getting good SOON.
