I wanted to run to the Farallon Islands, but the forecast was for huge wind, big swell and I inferred ugliness. Got up in the morning after changing to local rockfish, wind was down, swell was down, fog was major player. Made the best of that decision and fished locally. Visibility was less than 35 yards. The swell was not nearly as bad as yesterday. The Fog was really down on the deck, to the point of eery. As the day progressed, the swell kept dropping. The more the drop, the better the bite. Ended with 14 limits. Tried some Three Rocks spots that kicked out a few fish, but did not appear to be what I needed to get the job done. Hopscotched my way down the coast to the Tunitas area. Almost met a boat the hard way. I was fishing and got a radio call he only saw me at the last second as he was watching his fish finder. This is a good reminder of the Rules of The Road, Operating in Reduced Visibility, safe and prudent speed. When the fog finally lifted, it was one of those gin clear days that remind you of why we like to be on the water.
