This afternoon I was walking out to a 'dangerous' rock ledge with a big swell running, timing it for the afternoon minor. I was going to target kingfish with a surface popper. On the way I met a fisher walking back along the beach and he had a big (7kg) snapper...and he said that was a small one! Totally deflated (I was targeting the wrong species)I kept going. Arrived at rock ledge and realised I had forgotten spiked rock boots. Like trying to fish on ice and then first cast with new and expensive popper I forgot to open the bale. Snap! Goodbye lure. I hate that.
So, with tail between legs I went home with nothing.
Always tomorrow!