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Seems like a thousand years ago..
This used to be Nirvana for me on the back beaches of CC.
September to early November.
Pushing in the little boats and drifting eels just offshore by day, then eeling or plugging the dark. A lot of extraordinary fishing.
What I loved best was the heavy NW wind fishing. Humping surf, wind in your face, surge and sweep of the water. Every bit of me felt super alive.
Now my fall is foolish albies and big brown trout fishing in the night.
Adapt to the new.
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