Poor boys at Pacifica

Early September, Pacifica Pier.

Jonathan and I awoke at 5am to make our trek out to the sleepy town of Pacifica to try our hand at a little fishing. If there was ever a fishing central . . .this was it. Pacifica was a bustling wooden dock dominated by crusty old fisherman, used tackle and bits of fish. All were drawn by the plethora of fish in this area and and the "myth" that salmon could be caught from the dock.

It was a beautiful day. A day with many firsts:
- first 10 min, lost a bucket trying to pull up some water.
- first hour, caught some smelt and various prickly fish
- first live bait rig, Jon caught a freakin seagull!
- first seagull rescue, pulled the dazed bird up using a crab trap and got pecked during hook removal
- first sabiki experience, 3 mackerel on one line!
- first time I fell asleep in a pizza parlour during lunch. Sorry Jon. Hope you had fun with the arcade games.