Our great, secret intel turned sour when our buddies texted that the deep bite died.
We decided to take a chance and fish close in where we chased spooky fish the last two days.
We ran out and got bit pretty soon.
We saw lots of jumpers and got them going for one or two at a time.
Then we found a school of hungry fish.
All hell broke lose and by 11 we were 4 or so fish from being plugged.
And then it died.
5 hours later we got them going again and ended two fish short of plugged and ran in at 27 knots on a flat ocean.
The best part is that my buddy Mitch, out of Newport, told me he cleaned up today, so there are biters headed our way.
The wind is blowing, so we are shut down for a couple of days.