2 a.m., I checked the weather forecast for the beach. It looked favorable. I hit the vice
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The surf was up a bit, but it wasn't so high that I couldn't fish.
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And fish I did.
Actually, walk is a more accurate term. The fish made me work for it. I had to walk a long way to hook the first one. I ended up landing 16 and losing a half dozen or so more.
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Lots of bait. Lots of turtle nests. Lots of birds. Lots of beachcombers. Lots of sun. Looking around today, you could hardly tell there was a relentless red tide at this time last year. Let's hope the recovery is a success. I missed walking that beach! The last oil spill taught me not to take it for granted. This last endless red tide solidified that. It can all change in a heartbeat.