Fish are there... and they moved outta the bay in earnest Fri night.... slim pickins for the 1st time all year on Sat morning.

Picked up one suicidal biter before hitting the beach for limits around on razors Sat afternoon.

Hit the river this morning to greet rising water and diminishing viz. Two drive-by's, one solid takedown that failed to stick, then finally a suicidal chromer before the tide, viz, and leaves conspired to bring the adventure to a close.

God, I love Grays Harbor!