Well, my dad and I brought a knife to a gunfight and I'm super bummed about it. Decent bait of mostly horse sardines and Spanish macs with a few mini greenbacks thrown in and no crowds at Dana Point this morning. The plan was to get out 10-15 miles and find our own paddy. So we took a line a bit towards the inside of all the high spots. Rolled up on our first paddy a few miles inside and below the fleet working the 267. First baits we drop in get inhaled instantly by freight trains that headed straight down. As both of us are watching the line peel off our reels, I'm thinking to myself why the hell did I throw a bait out on 20lb? We had no chance. It was fun while it lasted. Unfortunately, the rest of that school followed our fish into the abyss. We worked that paddy for 2 more hours, but nothing more came of it. At some point, the Outer Limits showed up, set up shop upswell and brought with it the mosquito fleet. So we spent the rest of the day hopping from dry paddy to dry paddy almost all the way to the 209. Lots of kelps in the area. We just couldn't find another one with fish under it. Finally called it at 3pm, stuck our tail between our legs, and headed home. I've always been someone who says get bit first, then worry about fighting the fish. Usually that's not a problem. I've caught plenty of 35-40lb tuna on 20lb string. Today might be the day that changes my fishing philosophy. Obviously I've been ignoring the fact that there are lots of big fish around this year. Lesson learned the hard way.