The last blow did not mud things up as much as I feared. But the cold front seemed to hammer our bite.
We fought the wind and ground out a single limit.
All fish came 30 to 60 back. We did not touch a fish deep, the down riggers did not touch a fish all day.
No color seemed to matter. We caught on every color, chartreus, white, chrome, gold, and purple.
The waves made it hard to maintain speed but we worked 1.1 to 2.0 the best we could.
3 of our fish were lightly hooked on the back treble that fell out in the net. We had to really baby the retrieve. Kudos to Capt. Christy that never missed a netting.