Planned to fish Boston Haba this morning. Some people like to call it Boston Harbor.

Instead ended up fishing in Micus' neck of the woods after a last second change of plans.

Did some major damage at Crane Beach. What a beatiful place - and one of those days when you can see the cows a mere couple of feet in front of you as the swells approach.

A dozen or so very nice fish fell to victim to the Purple Haze.

You are a lucky man living up there Dave.