Went fishing for tailers last night. Saw a few early but then the wind shifted and it died right out. I blew the only shot I had by smacking the fish in the face. Come to hear about a great bite of spanish macks and blues on the beach. Oh well, that’s the way it goes. There is probably some kind of karmic or metaphysical thing going on that I need to make right some how. Hopefully i will figure it out before too long.