Spearing with Adan on Saturday AM, north Malibu. Sunrise glare in the clouds, calm conditions, water getting brisk. To think we call this “winter”.
Fishing was sparse, not too much action to be had; visibility was 10-15′ at best, often less. Fish appear like dark ghosts out of the haze without much time to react or give chase.
I lost a shot at a calico bass at ~20′ deep. Rookie mistake: as a group of 4 or 5 appear in front of me, I miss a split-second opportunity when the butt of my spear clanks against my stringer. They’re gone in an instant due to the noise. Lesson: Put the stringer on my belt opposite my shooting hand.
Adan made friends with jellyfish (from a safe distance), briefly hypnotized.
Home in time for a second round of morning coffee. Skunked, but who could complain?