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Quite a few of us made it for the trip.
The winds were easy, but the waves were horrendous. Standing in ankle deep water and getting hit in the chest makes fly fishing difficult.
The water was so high the night before that folks, not our group, were forced to camp near the dumpsters, off the beach. That high water made ruts, with the undertow, on the beach that just hurt going over. Slow moving in the dark, and not much faster after the sun rose.
Not one jack was seen. And nothing other than very few ladyfish caught in the surf.
Around noon, after making it to the turtle house, and not seeing a thing, we went over Yarbrough Pass, to much calmer water. One red was caught, on conventional, and a speck on a fly. It was just good to get away from those monster waves.