Big OM Heavy 12' starts wagging like crazy....I jump up and start running towards it only to see a large log with two funny looking roots in the area of my bait.
Then the roots start wiggling. It's a freaking deer, swimming in the ocean....wtf? About this time a Ranger pulls up and I ask if he's seen the deer. No, but I got calls he says.
I'm the last OSV in the line, and the deer decides to beach himself. He take a few steps, staggers and falls into the surf.....Venison dinner, I'm thinking.....Then he gets up, take a few steps and stops and stares at me for ten minutes catching his breath, and trots off over the dune.
Not a freaking fish to be seen.....Dogfish everywhere, some puking up partially digested crabs.