First of all, please feel free to call bullshit. A couple of weeks ago I posted about all the damn Smelt. Figuring it would be then same, I left the phone on the charger, no photos. Anyway, back from a two week business trip, home at 4:00pm (North Manhattan Beach); look at the tide tables; eh, not so good, peak out the window, flat, minus tide, no wind. Almost blew it off, but it's 70 degrees and I have a brand new Okuma 9'6" light steelhead rod and want to break it in. Walk down, about an hour into the back side of a minus tide, clear, lots of birds on small clams. Toes in the water, damn, feels like summer, see a couple of cruising Leo's right off of the bat. My typical rig, Carolina, 3/4 oz slider, 8lb mono, 4lb leader, #6 mosquito hook, fresh bag of 2" camo Gulp sandworms. First half dozen casts, nada. See some "funny" water about 50 yards South. Walk down, first cast small barred perch, small, maybe 6", but bigger than the few dinks I was catching a couple of weeks ago. Hang another, uh oh, decent pull, must be a smelt right? Nope, small Bean. WTF? Bean in March? That must be a one off. Another couple of casts, good one, have to immediately loosen the drag, working me down the beach, draw a crowd, in she comes, nice Bean, maybe 20", another 4 more the next half hour in this size range. Then it shuts down. Think about calling it, but spot another patch of water up they way I came from. Tide is creeping up and this point, start a BSP on every cast, throwing 20 feet, slow retrieve. Again 6 to 8 inches, but a blast. Somewhere in the mix I added another Bean in that 20" range, a really BIG Walleye too. Surf fishing is like that, most trips scrap a few out. But then you hit that occasional day when its off the hook Oh....no Smelt Pictures tomorrow.