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OFF THE SAND — GULF COAST GRIND Sometimes the salt pulls you in a different direction. This time, it wasn’t Pacific sand or tailing corbina — it was muddy flats, oyster shells, and redfish with shoulders down on the Gulf. This trip had been high on the list ever since I caught the saltwater bug. There’s something about redfish and black drum — the way they move, the water they haunt, the brute way they eat — that gets in your head and stays there. Lucky for me, one of my best

Postcards from the Sand — 2025 Season Recap As the tides shift and summer slips away, it feels right to stop, breathe, and take stock of...

Los Angeles County: September 01 – September 07, 2025 Last week was mostly a bust. Early Week (Mon–Tue):  The tides looked good on paper,...

Los Angeles County: August 25 – August 31, 2025 The week split its mood — starts full of promise and ends quiet and cold. Early Week...

This week on the sand was a study in extremes. LA gave us both silence and fireworks — a couple days of fish everywhere but not eating,...

Big surf. Flat light. Lockjawed beans. LA was a heartbreaker — miles walked, shots taken, hooks pulled, nothing to hand. Ventura gave...

THE GOOD, THE BAD, 'N THE UGLY Another week in the bean trenches — highs, lows, and everything in between. LA County gave us fire on...

THE SETUP FELT RIGHT. THE FISH HAD OTHER PLANS. This week gave us everything: thick refusals, a day of glory, and enough whiplash to keep...

Tides lined up. The rest made you earn it. We had those deep pre-dawn lows and a strong mid-morning push — the kind of movement that...

“This wasn’t a week for heroes. It was for the patient — the ones posted up in the trough, eyes peeled, waiting on a single tell. A twitch. A tail. A shift in the sand. You couldn’t cast at shadows — you had to cast at intention. And when it lined up… it was worth the grind.”