Offshore action was not what the doctor ordered for the fly-fishing angler. Near perfect weather with little wind and calm seas provided almost perfect conditions but there were few fish to be found and the result was that dreaded trolling, trolling, trolling game so despised by most fly-fishers.

The clever ones remained inshore and had a steady pick of a variety of something's...bonita, skipjack, jack crevalle, cabrilla, pargo, and in addition to small roosters, a few teen'ers and one grande, which was taken from the shore by Lance Peterson.

The beaches are already as crowded as the trout opener in the Sierras, which has plenty of locals shaking their collective heads. One I bumped into on the beach under the blazing midday sun commented. "The beach fishing scene has been changing for years, but now it has really turned the corner, at least for me." He continued, "It's the classic 'end of an era'. I talked with XXXX the other day and he was in total agreement. Way more people and far less mystery. The cat is way out of the bag on this fishery!"