I have posted my love for The Back before. The years I spent out there are some of my greatest memories. The guys were the best. The fishing was world class and the good times never seemed like they would end. I could even live with the bird closures (we would sneak by them sometimes and make a commando raid on Peaked Hill when they closed the beach at the Mission Bell.) Once the seals showed up in full force (2003 was my last year), I never went back. It wasn't the same anymore.
