Left Highlands at 2 hoping for an afternoon bite, headed to the rocks hoping to see some life. Wind honking ESE much harder then predicted with some swell thrown in between the chop. Some bait , not much on the inner part of the rocks, pulled up a couple thick blues( boy do they love umbrella rigs)... headed back north hoping to get on the magic hour bite they had the day before but word travels fast apparently as there must have been a100 boats all waiting over huge schools of bunker waiting for it to happen..... looked promising but nothing materialized for us, back to dock just as sun went down. A day late and a dollar short as usual!
. Next time!
