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Long time friend and angler Gary made the long dangerous trip up art. 95 in the fog to throw some flies today. We left the dock with 100 feet of visibility which is always a fun ride. We found our desired piece of land and started a slow crawl in search of some hungry bass. After a half mile poke we found a bunch of fis in a small pocket that had only room for one boat. Luckily we were that boat. We stayed and played until they finally moved off. The tide was about dead so we moved on. Picked a few more fish and then the fog lifted and the fleet showed up. The albies arrived we got a few to bite before the traffic drove us out.